Good enough... I guess.

Rating: 6/10 (20 March 2010)

I don't care that Brad Pitt's southern accent was terrible. I don't care that it wasn't as violent as "Pulp Fiction" or the Kill Bill movies. And I don't care that I had to read subtitles for the majority of the film. What spoiled "Inglourious Basterds" for me was the lack of character development. Quentin Tarantino has a talent for creating irresistible characters that could do laundry for the entire duration of a film and we would still think to ourselves, "Ugh, if only I could be that awesome!" Each character had enormous potential, but so little time was spent exploring them individually, that they never drew me into the story. Tarantino set out to make the ultimate revenge film, and he achieved a wholly satisfactory plot, but he neglected his characters in the process. And though I shouted a victorious "f**k yeah!" every time a Nazi got what was coming to him, I also found myself thinking several times throughout the movie, "So, um... is this it?"