A tale of two films

Rating: 5/10 (28 December 2009)

Here's my two pence worth.
In my opinion Inglorious is worth a 5/10 and is really lucky to get that. It's unlucky that its director is so weak and jaded to the extent that he will let the studio etc put its sticky fingers all over his film, one that essentially has the hallmark of genius stamped into its silver bottom. My point stems from the notion that the film is divided into two not 8 chapters (maybe 7). The good chapter and the rubbish chapter. The good bit was the initial scene in the French farmhouse and the next scene was the preliminary to the gun fight in the French basement tavern. The bad part is the vomit spewing forth from the gaping wound that is Brad Pitt's character and everything, I mean everything, that the Pitt features in (I still rate him highly as an actor though due to his previous work).
Tarantino was onto something with his art house style dialogue driven scenes which I thought were taken straight out of an intelligent play. He dazzled me with a sharp witty script that simply, irresistibly, drew me into the 1940's and his revisionist plot. Then the guns came and he blew it all away. Not with the panache that we have seen in the complex Jackie Brown's or Pulp Fiction's of this world but with the blunt axe of something crap like Righteous Kill. I am thoroughly amazed that he let himself get carried away by the silly plot and the unnecessarily gory scenes (I like blood and guts but in its right place - Starship Troopers etc).
The revisionist plot of Hitler's death was fun in the same way as Berlusconi getting a sharp miniature in his face is acceptable. He kind of deserves what he gets by why oh why do it in such a dull and horrid fashion. The rest of the film is similar, unnecessary scenes tagged onto an unnecessary plot. The gross mistake was to let Brad Pitt's character survive, no doubt his star power kept him alive but I found this the greatest travesty. I kept waiting for some clever death but this was ignored in favour of a diabolical ending in which the sneaky Nazi (Who Shines throughout this film) is outplayed like a small child by Pitt whose character was the Moron in Chief - Europe. He makes General Melchett from Blackadder look positively enlightened.
Anyway, the point of this diatribe is that this is a bad film when taken over three hours or so. Cut out the rubbish and you are left with a polished diamond with scenes so immersive they have to be seen to be believed.