Inglorious Bastards

"There are partisans on the locomotive. Pass it on." A motorbike, hundreds of dead, some naked girls with sub-machine guns, an armored train, deserters, a svelt female partisan, the Resistance, an attack on a castle, non-stop action and all... Simply rather B-movie-like, but absolutely excellent copycat movie. No wonder that it’s one of Tarantino’s (many) favorites that he has been planning to do a remake of for many years now. Fred Williamson is a first-class masseur. Standing there firmly, rocking his pelvis from side to side, with his finger on the trigger. Employing this approach he manages during the hour and a half to massacre the entire German male population up to the age of fifty-five. And the best thing about this is that the movie doesn’t take itself seriously even for one minute. Otherwise this wouldn’t have worked at all. (12/03/2008)

Mr. Tarantino loves this film so much that he even paid homage to it in Inglourious Basterds. Well... I'm very glad that his variation on the B-movie theme of a "super tough bunch of soldiers cracking jokes and mowing down Nazis by the hundreds, it’s a wonder they don't win the war" is about a hundred thousand times better. I was damn tired of that damn armored train. I was expecting it to be a B-movie, to be silly and for the main characters to behave exactly as Chuck Norris would have done in the multiple roles... But why wasn't it funny? Or, why didn't I find it funny? At least a little, damn it! The opening ten minutes were quite promising. Well, I guess I need more perspective. Much, much more perspective. (15/10/2011)