I’ve read some reviews that say that this movie is filled with subtitles, and that there is very little Brad Pitt in it. This reviewer said that he feels like he got jipped, because the commercials show lots of Brad Pitt and no warning about the subtitles. There are moments in the movie in which the movie has subtitles, and I hate movies with subtitles. It’s not loaded with them though, and you can enjoy the movie even if you hate subtitles. It’s a World War II movie that takes place in France. Some of the movie occurs in French. Tarrantino was going for authenticity. He achieved it. He didn’t go too far with the subtitles.
As for the writing, I know it’s a WWII piece, but I am tired of the Nazis as a bad guy theme. It seems to me that if you want to have a bad guy in a politically correct movie, you introduce KKK members or Nazis. It’s cliche. It’s too easy.
In some cases, I also believe that Tarrantino movies are a victim of his success. In IB, for example, there are scenes that should’ve been cut. Much of Death Proof should’ve been cut, but IB didn’t need as much. There weren’t as many plodding scenes in this movie, but there were some. The card scene, for instance, was far too long. I understand that Tarrantino is probably above and beyond most editing, but this movie needed another 30-45 minutes cut from it. I understand that he already cut 40 minutes after the Cannes premier, but I think it needed more.
I may be a victim of the current short attention span generation that has led to all the modern day editing procedures, but it seems to me that Tarrantino is a master at dialogue, but he hasn’t quite honed his chops to the fullest in the story telling arena. I’m sure that Tarrantino is sick of everyone comparing everything he does to Pulp Fiction and to a lesser degree Resevoir Dogs, but when you set the bar that high, comparisons become inevitable. Inglorious Basterds is neither of these films in any way, but it does rank in the upper echelon of the man’s movies for me.