I don't know, I must be getting old.
And Brad Pitt is getting old.
But I just didn't think this movie was that good.
Don't get me wrong; I loved Pulp Fiction. But Quentin Tarantino's latest effort--Inglourious Basterds-- is more of the same, tired, overly violent crap.
The blood baths, so outrageous in Reservoir Dogs and Kill Bill: Vol. 1 and Vol. 2, are no longer shocking. It is just gross.
And it just wasn't that funny.
I thought Pitt did an excellent job--I loved his bravado and his accent. A cross between John Wayne and Clark Gable, he was the funniest thing going. The plot was just silly, tho--a movie about wishful thinking and alternative histories.
The people who were laughing are predisposed to Tarantino. No matter what he says or does, to these folks, he's golden.
I was waiting for a spectacular soundtrack and was, again, disappointed.
Tarantino had his time in the sun. Now the sun has set and it is nightfall. He needs to stop while he's ahead.
I won't see another Tarantino. Not unless he really changes his ways.
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