Ingloriously

So my brother and I were both very excited for Tarantino’s new film, Inglorious Basterds. We have both always loved his movies so this new one looked great.
It was.
I know, I know. I’m not supposed to hype thing up too much just in case my reader(s) gets disappointed. But we watched the film last night and we were impressed. The plot was great, filled with twists you didn’t see coming and void of the twists you thought you did see coming. The photography was amazing. The dialogue was hilarious. Brad Pitt completely secured himself in my mind as a top notch actor, not just a pretty face.
Good stuff. On the way out of the theatre an oldish lady asked me if the movie was good, because she’d been thinking of watching it. I told her it was. But as I got to the car I wondered if that was the best thing to tell her. While there was not much killing in the movie (at least, compared to some of Tarantino’s other films) the killing that was there was very raw. I’m not sure if it was her kind of movie.
So leave the kids at home and go see Inglorious Basterds. Not for the weak stomach. Good for the filmy eye.
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