Quentin Tarantino’s Inglorious Basterds is a big, outlandish, bloody revenge movie that takes place in an alternate view of WWII. Its characters, like all of Tarantino’s, are larger than life. Some will love this film; others quite possibly could be repulsed. Nonetheless, Tarantino’s skills as a writer and director are clearly evident in this picture that is, to say the least, wildly entertaining.
The film’s characters are drawn broadly, and are the same archetypes we have probably seen in countless classic war B movies. Most of their actions approach satire as close as possible without going too completely far. The film opens with a wonderfully tense scene in which Nazi Col. Hans Landa (a star-making performance by Christopher Waltz) breaches the home of a young dairy farmer whom he believes is hiding Jews. His premonition, following a lengthy scene of vintage Tarantino dialogue, proves to be right. The lone Jewish survivor from the events that ensue is named Shosanna (Melanie Laurent).
One of the plots running parallel to hers is that of the esteemed American war group the Basterds. Led by Lt. Aldo Raine (Brad Pitt), these men pride themselves in killing Nazis. Raine, in his southern-boy war-hungry patriotic mind, boldly demands the scalps of 100 Nazis each from his men. Their mission is a kind of guerilla warfare tactic in which they promote fear amongst the Nazis, even if it’s the Fuehrer himself. One of them specializes in bludgeoning their enemies to death with a baseball bat. Pitt’s character opts to carve the Nazi emblem into their foreheads so they are “easy to identify” later.
Shosana’s story revolves around the screening of a Nazi propaganda film, to be shown in Paris with loads of decorated Third Reich officials. It is no coincidence that Tarantino creates his own kind of propaganda with the Basterds. They kill and maim in a way that is grotesquely comedic. It’s the kind of alternate vision to WWII that some uber-patriotic Americans have only dreamt about.
By the time the stories converge in a Parisian cinema in the last act of the film, the stakes have been set so incredibly high that it is virtually impossible to believe the demands will be met. That is, until you remember who is at the helm of this movie.
Basterds is revisionist history, you can be sure of that. It is a film though, like most of Tarantino’s work, that resists categorization. It’s shocking, outlandish, hilarious, savage, and stylish. It’s a film in which the normal rules of criticism don’t necessarily apply. When a director breaks all-known genre rules by transcending genre itself, it is much harder to stand in contempt than it is to just be swept away by its power.
4.5/5
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