This Time Around, Tarantino is a Glorious Basterd
I won’t dwell on the fact that I’m not much of a Tarantino fan, mostly because that’s the kind of the claim that seems to require a few posts’ worth of explanation (and Ehren is ever-so-slowly getting me to lighten up and reconsider Tarantino’s most recent films with more of an open mind, anyway) but it’s worth noting because it serves to underscore just how much I enjoyed Inglourious Basterds. I loved it, in fact. It’s a marvel: light years beyond anything else he’s ever made, and one of the most astonishing films about film that I’ve ever seen. ok
