Tarantino: Stop.

Rating: 1/10 (18 December 2014)

What can I say that so many before me have not said already? Seeing this in a bargain bin at the local mom-n-pop should have been indicator one of its failings as a film. I felt like I was being subjected to a spaghetti western set in an alternate reality where Adolf Hitler was little more than a bumbling, stuttering buffoon surrounded by inept underlings, and the entirety of the Allied Powers were suddenly all film critics. The payoff was a letdown, too.
This film struggles to be artsy and bohemian; it forgets that it is set in one of the most oppressive and foreboding periods in Europe's history, now set to the singing voice of Mr. David Bowie.
There's no point in glossing over the finer details or writing an arbitrarily long review; others have done that for me, and to be honest, have more patience than I to outline every single failing, which many have done to the letter. Read all the "hated its" before you rent this bomb.
Were it possible to rate this at 0/10, I would have done so.