Inglourious Basterd
The mystery is solved. Quentin Taratino is the Inglourious Basterd. And of course that title also rightly applies to the idiots stupid enough to pay $9 to watch it. Suck Taratino's balls. You're either going to love this movie or hate it. It trivializes everything of course--actually, most movies do that but we are hardly made aware of it. All movies trivializes history, violence, manipulates audience's emotions to a certain degree. But never to the same outrageous extent that INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS does. Well, I don't know. I hated it, but couldn't help smiling at the end. I don't know what that says about Taratino. But I do know what that says about me and people who walk out of the theatre praising Taratino's sense of humour. I cried during a violent scene in the beginning, and when the whole movie just spiralled into nonsensical chaos, I felt irked, duped. Basically I feel like a fool. But I guess that's ok in the end, after all Taratino is willing to make a fool of himself and the audience and a serious historical subject. Caricaturizing Hitler and the S.S doesn't seem such a crime afterall. History itself is hardly ever fair, seems like it does alot more to make fun of it than to make yet another Schindler's List kind of thing. In the end, I guess, it's ok to be a fool. Of course, no one will be foolish enough to take the movie seriously enough to get angry and offended by it. But I can definitely see why some would hate it. It's still a wonder why I don't. Still, it's hard to get too mad with something blatantly stupid, obviously tasteless and just trying so hard to be frivolous.
