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August 22, 2009

I refuse to spell this movie's title the way it's spelled.

The original Inglorious Bastards is a pretty amazing movie about a ragtag group of American outlaw/scallywag type soldiers on their way to army jail when their MPs get killed and they decide to carry out a mission against the Nazis. It's very entertaining. So when I heard Quentin Tarantino was going to make a remake, I figured it either wouldn't be quite as good as the original, or would be way better.

Wrong on both counts! It's way worse! First of all, unnecessary misspelling of the title for no good reason. Boo. Contrived. Second, I know it's not really supposed to be a remake of the original, but then why the hell use the same title? Then, the movie is supposedly about this group of Jewish Nazi-killers, but stupid Tarantino barely even introduces any of them so you don't give a crap about any of the characters. Having Brad Pitt trot out one of his backwoods accents is not enough. There's a secondary story (actually, it's sort of the primary story) about another vengeful Jew which could have been totally fucking awesome, and it does have a good payoff, but without enough buildup to make you really feel the catharsis one should feel when a Jew burns down a theater full of Nazis. Spoiler alert.

What this movie doesn't have: context, good storytelling, human interest, or innovative visuals. What it does have: the same old soundtrack, a lot of inane conversations, and another chance for Quentin to bring up his creepy foot fetish. Yuck.