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Inglourious Basterds

I went to watch Bruno on Monday because not much was showing in the theatres. Inglourious Basterds wasn't out yet and England is a bit behind in films so I wasn't able to watch District 9 either. The good thing about English cinemas is that they show some old films every now and then. I really wish I could find some movie theatres in Toronto that do this, because most of my favourite movies were made before I was able to see them on the big screen. At this particular location, they were showing Scarface, not something I'd care to see, but cool that they were doing this anyway.

The movie started, but, something was odd. The music seemed out of place and I'm pretty sure the Weinstein Company and A Band Apart are normally associated with....

OH MY GOD, THEY'RE SHOWING INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS!

There was a bit of an error in the loading of the film, and instead of Bruno I found myself watching the new Tarantino flick that doesn't even come out until the Friday! My cousin and I, being huge fans of Tarantino, were pretty excited to be watching the film, even though the aspect ratio was screwed up and the tops and bottom were cut off. I guess other people in the movie theatre weren't as eager because two of them immediately left to complain. Fair enough, you should get what you paid for. In the time it took for them to turn off the projector though, I managed to catch the first five minutes of the movie, and was so thoroughly impressed by the dialogue and the performances, that I concluded the rest of the movie was probably a masterpiece.

I was so right.

Everything you heard about Christoph Waltz' portrayal of Lt. Hans Landa is true: it is brilliant, and hella fuckin' entertaining. He plays such a terrifying villain, not because of his cruelty or his physical prowess, but because he's so smart it's intimidating. He's like a cat playing with his food: the guy is essentially fucked from the start, since he's on the plate, you're just watching to see what he does with it. He never gives anything away either, maintaining his composure, to the point where you're not sure whether he's telling the truth or just leading you into another one of his traps. It is pretty crazy to watch.

What else can I say other than I wholly endorse this film and that you should all watch it! And this isn't a half-assed "this movie didn't suck as much as I thought" or "while this movie didn't meet expectations, I am still saying it's OK" endorsement, but two big fuckin' thumbs up and a middle finger to all the haters kind of endorsement.

Oh yeah, and Sam Jackson narrates some segments of the film. Just picture Jules talking into a microphone because he's got nothing else to do since he retired from being a hitman.