Originally Posted by
Jim3k
Well, A-Tex, I’m glad you got a good beer to go along with it. It needs something to wash it down. I’m going to disagree with both of you about Inglourious Basterds. I thought it was pretty bad.
My principal concern is its utter disregard with anything approaching historical fact. Sure, there have been plenty of WWII movies which are largely fiction. But they often fall into the category of high adventure (Guns of Navaronne) or having an anti-war message (Enemy Below), where a discrete piece of the war can be fabricated for the author’s story or purpose. The audience never has a doubt that these stories use the war as a backdrop to another purpose.
Plus there are some WWII movies that are generally true, but fall fairly within the historical fiction category (Battle Cry, Thin Red Line, Saving Private Ryan). These are built about things known to be generally true, allowing the real history to serve as means of telling a fictional story which could well have been as true as the surrounding event.
Inglourious Basterds junks those kinds of approaches and tries another: An entirely fictional scenario, built upon the conjunction of two separate efforts to kill Hitler in Paris after the June 1944 invasion. The problem with this is that Hitler was never in Paris in 1944. Not only does Tarantino falsify that fact, but he also falsifies what Paris was like in August as the Allies began to move rapidly north. That truth is well understood from Is Paris Burning?, a movie which has a great deal of historical accuracy.
Against that, Tarantino’s creation of a Sgt. York-like soldier turned propaganda movie star seems far too contrived to warrant a viewer’s suspension of belief. The same can also be said for the cartoonish Basterds. Even The Dirty Dozen did a better job of character development than Tarantino does with the Basterds here. And then, for the Basterds and the survivor of the early Jewish massacre to suddenly happen upon the same opportunity, is beyond acceptable as a credible circumstance. Finally, of course, is the inglorious fire at the end – one which Tarantino wishes actually happened because he thinks the war should have ended with it -- but which is so absurd that it defies any sense of truth.
Tarantino gets no reprieve from me for his excellent camera work, his actors or even his funny dialogue. He lied to us in the beginning and never stopped, giving no heed to the intelligence of his audience.
This movie would have been better served if it had never been connected to WWII – perhaps as a fantasy, say some kind of a science fiction world.