Quentin Tarantino’s “Inglourious Basterds” is a big, bold, audacious war movie that will annoy some, startle others and demonstrate once again that he’s the real thing, a director of quixotic delights. Tarantino does it his way. The “basterds” themselves, savage fighters dropped behind Nazi lines, are an unmistakable nod to the Dirty Dozen.
Waltz is a wonder. His dazzling, diabolical performance blends seductive charm and monstrous malice (in four languages).
Of course nothing in the movie is possible, except that it’s so bloody entertaining. Tarantino films have a way of growing on you. It’s not enough to see them once.
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