After countless months of hype, Quentin Tarantino's latest film, Inglourious Basterds has finally been released. Much was made of his promise at last year's Cannes that Inglourious Basterds would be finished in time for this year's edition of the illustrious film festival. Many film critics and insiders scoffed at Tarantino's bold claim, as a movie this epic would surely suffer from the rushed production schedule. Aside from the rather unfortunate Death Proof, Tarantino's record has been flawless. With his most ambitious film yet being rushed through production, can it stay that way? The short answer is yes. Absolutely. Unquestionably.Set during World War II, Inglourious Basterds tells several seemingly unrelated stories, which in true Tarantino fashion, eventually intertwine and build towards a truly explosive climax. One story, which has been promoted heavily in the trailers, follows the aforementioned basterds, a group of Jewish-American soldiers dropped behind enemy lines in Nazi-occupied France to spread fear throughout the Third Reich by scalping and brutally killing as many Nazis as possible. They are led by Lt. Aldo Raine, portrayed with a wonderfully bizarre hillbilly accent by Brad Pitt. From the trailers and TV spots, one might presume that the film is all about their gruesome exploits as they stomp around the French countryside, wreaking havoc on any Nazis that cross their path. While the film does have its share of horrific violence, nothing could be further from the truth when it comes to the majority of Inglourious Basterds. In fact, the basterds only occupy perhaps a third of the film's running time, the remainder of which is dominated by two opposing figures. Destined to be remembered as one of the great screen villains is Nazi Col. Hans Landa, nicknamed "The Jew Hunter" for his uncanny ability to sniff out hiding Jews throughout France. Landa is played by veteran Austrian actor Christoph Waltz and his performance is riveting. Then there is Shosanna, a young French-Jewish woman who, having escaped Landa's clutches, opens a cinema in Paris, where she soon begins to plot her revenge. Played by the relatively unknown French actress Melanie Laurent, Shosanna forms the heart of the film and it is she whom the audience can most identify with over the course of the film. As the individual plot lines all begin to converge, we are treated to one of the single most satisfying endings in recent film history, with the basterds, Shosanna, Col. Landa, and the Third Reich's high command all getting in on the action.
I've touched briefly on some of the performances in Inglourious Basterds, but the uniformly excellent acting throughout the film really warrants its very own discussion. Much has been made of Christoph Waltz's performance as Col. Hans Landa and each bit of praise is well-deserved for what is undoubtedly one of the great villainous turns in recent memory. Waltz creates a rich character who is far from the usual Nazi caricature. He is funny, charming, and polite one minute and cruel and frightening the next, and Waltz's innumerable facial expressions in particular help to create his charming monster of a character. Waltz was awarded the best actor prize at Cannes and I fully expect an Oscar nomination and possibly a win for his role as the gleefully brilliant "Jew Hunter". Similarly, Melanie Laurent's turn as Shosanna is another fantastic performance by a relatively unknown performer. Laurent at once captures the vulnerability, determination, and tragic existence of Shosanna and I can only hope that American audiences will see more of both of these very capable actors in the near future. Tarantino's insistence on casting a Frenchwoman to play a Frenchwoman, an Austrian to play a German (close enough) and so on, was a very welcome change after so many mediocre and unconvincing attempts by Americans at playing foreign-speaking roles (Tom Cruise as a Nazi anyone?).
With Shosanna's storyline serving as the heart of the film and the most gravely serious, and while Col. Landa provides his fair share of chuckles, the funniest role in the film is played by our very own American movie star, Brad Pitt. With Lt. Aldo Raine (an obvious nod to actor Aldo Ray), a.k.a. Aldo the Apache, Pitt has a ball, spouting hilarious one-liners in his indescribable hillbilly accent. He manages to be both funny and threatening and although he provides the lion's share of the film's comedy (which is surprisingly plentiful), he is also a bloodthirsty cold-hearted bastard. Or is it basterd? Pitt long ago came to be one of my favorites due to his versatility and taste in projects and Aldo the Apache is another feather in the actor's quite full cap. The rest of the basterds are little more than periphery supporting characters, save for Sergeants Donnie Donowitz and Hugo Stiglitz, riotously played by Eli Roth and Til Schweiger, respectively. I was quite dubious of Roth as an actor prior to his role as "The Bear Jew", but he really knocks it out of the park. It's plain to see that Roth is having a blast as he bashes and shoots every Nazi in sight. As for Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz, Schweiger provides some of the biggest laughs in the film while also portraying the most intimidating and serious of the basterds. Both characters could easily warrant their own films, as could Pitt's Aldo Raine and Michael Fassbender's suave Archie Hicox, who completely owns what is perhaps the film's best scene. As a matter of fact, one could make an argument for nearly every character in the film having their own movie, so richly written and portrayed are the characters of Inglourious Basterds. It is a testament to Tarantino's utterly spellbinding writing and the amazing cast that my only real complaint is wanting more time with the many characters that fill the movie's two and a half hour run time. This is easily the best ensemble performance of the year, a feat I highly doubt will be surpassed in the months to come.
Even with all of the amazing performances, Quentin Tarantino is the true star of Inglourious Basterds. This is a sprawling, epic period-piece, a genre that no one would associate with Tarantino, the master of hit men and diner discussions. Not any more. Tarantino effortlessly juggles the several different story lines, delivered in chapter form reminiscent of Pulp Fiction, while also jumping from English to French to German and back more times than one can count. His trademark dialogue is more restrained than ever before, with not a single word wasted, and the result is a wonderfully tight screenplay that goes places no one would ever expect. True to form, much of Inglourious Basterds is taken up by conversations, with the mayhem and murder relegated to a supporting role in favor of Tarantino's pitch-perfect dialogue. Of special note is a twenty-minute tavern scene which begins as a simple conversation and evolves into much, much more. As with every Tarantino film, Inglourious Basterds is nearly perfect in a technical sense. The cinematography is beautiful, with many shots recalling Sergio Leone's spaghetti westerns of the past. Speaking of Leone, legendary composer Ennio Morricone even supplied the score for the film, and although it isn't original due to the time constraints involved, the music fits the film perfectly, providing a haunting and beautiful accompaniment to the actions on-screen.
Although it is a WWII epic, Inglourious Basterds also serves as Tarantino's love letter to the world of cinema. The unforgettable climax takes place in a theatre and Tarantino manages to weave several film discussions into the screenplay, as well as an ingenious reference to King Kong. Indeed, one of the most pivotal moments of the entire film is caused by the effect that movies can have on us, but to say anymore regarding that scene would be criminal. Inglourious Basterds has a little bit of everything and one would be best served to see it with no expectations. This is not a personal men-on-a-mission action film, nor is it a standard World War II epic. Instead Tarantino has created his very own monster of a war movie, a film bearing his unique stamp. A film that no other director would ever be crazy enough to try and duplicate. While Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction spawned a slew of countless imitations, I doubt that will be the case this time around. Just as with those films, Tarantino has managed to create something wholly original, all while borrowing from the best of past genre classics. The only difference is that this is a World War II movie, and it is only Tarantino's unique artistic vision and nearly unmatched directorial skill that allows him to so greatly succeed with such a bizarre mishmash of concepts and ideas. Inglourious Basterds is a towering achievement that stands beside Pulp Fiction and Jackie Brown as the best work Quentin Tarantino has ever done. A nearly perfect film and easily the most fun I've had at the cinema this year. Bravo Mr. Tarantino. 5 out of 5 stars.



