I've never been a big fan of Quentin Tarantino, so QT lovers can stop reading now. Not that I plan to tear down your idol, but I will not be hoisting him up high as so many others seem to, regardless of what he makes. Inglourious Basterds is certainly his best film since Jackie Brown, but doesn't say much in my opinion, since those films ranged from crap to slightly entertaining.
Tarantino has a flair for dialogue, but can no longer discern the difference between good and bad anymore. The same can be said of his direction and editing. It's as if the voice(s?) inside his head just keeps saying "that's brilliant," or "yes, more of that." His love for his own dialogue and his self-indulgence drag out the film and are, at times, terribly boring. Case in point is the bloated run time of 2 hours and 32 minutes for what is essentially a B-movie revisionist history action film where Jews get to kick some Nazi ass and take out Hitler.
The movie has some amazing parts, but as a whole isn't all that great. It just doesn't deliver fully; we're left with only moments, some great scenes, but wishing for a whole lot more.
Inglourious Basterds
Score: 60%
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