Not terribly impressed.

Rating: Null/10 (18 June 2017)

Last week I finally got to see the Quentin Tarantino film, "Inglorious Basterds" (Why not go all the way and use "basTURDS"?) Vague dark comedy aside, apart from the beautiful first ten minutes, the whole thing felt like I was watching out an acted out "wishful thinking alternate alternate universe" WWII fanfic as written by a basement dweller who had only read about WWII in badly written comic books that he'd skimmed while watching "Hogan's Heroes" on a scratched DVD set being played in another room while his mother was running the vacuum cleaner and he was on the can.
There were a few interesting characterizations (Walz and Pitt) and vague innuendos as to what one can achieve if one is willing to drop all pretense at compassion, loyalty, and dignity, but most of it seemed to be an excuse to run around hitting people on the head with a baseball bat and then scalping them afterwards while smirking.