2009, U.S.
Director: Quentin Tarantino
Screenplay/Story: Tarantino
QT loves to challenge the established boundaries of film-making, so it should come as no surprise that IB is, well, surprising. It’s surprising on multiple levels; on the bludgeoningly obvious, typically Tarantino-esque level, such as when he points out Nazi party luminaries with scrawled annotations, or interrupts the story proper for a documentary-style aside on the flammability of nitrate film; but surprising also on underlying storytelling levels, such as the inversion of the damsel-in-distress archetype or the abandonment of the hero-as-event-motivator cliché. What’s left is a bit of a mess, but a completely winning, expertly put-together mess that does nothing to dim Tarantino’s star as one of the great living directors.
I walked into Inglourious Basterds fully expecting a Western set in Nazi-occupied France, and perhaps for a day or two Tarantino had the same goal in mind. Certainly the film opens with a strong Western feel, from the Ennio Morricone strains to the opening confrontation that smacks of Sergio Leone. Inglourious Basterds, I knew, was about a troupe of eight soldiers – let’s call them gunslingers – that parachute behind enemy lines to terrorize, pillage, and generally give the Nazis something to think about.
But the opening Western feel is rather quickly shelved, and to my amazement Inglorious Basterds becomes less and less about the Inglourious Basterds and more about their adversaries and the film’s ostensible MacGuffin, the French cinematiste Emmanuelle Mimieux. The Basterds are each given a fairly equal share of screentime, and so are relatively dilluted characters compared to the larger-than-life villain (Colonel Hans Landa) and the doted-upon Mimieux, the latter being a damsel-in-distress that is not only capable but also much more interesting and relevant than the role typically demands. In contrast the supposed heroes feel more incidental to the events and rather large cast. Even Brad Pitt’s Lieutenant Aldo finds himself in few scenes of consequence and none of drama. His Marlon Brando-channeling performance is played up more for comedic effect than anything else, and one is tempted to say his chief purpose in the film is to let us see Brad Pitt play a southerner.
But make no mistake, there are scenes of genuine drama, which Tarantino assembles in a way that few have achieved. The excellent opening scene is merely a warm-up for what might be the film’s centerpiece, an intense, extended joust between three of the Basterds, a Nazi collaborator, and an SS major. This scene is completely absorbing from start to finish. Tarantino trusts his dialogue enough to let it completely drive the tension, and the result is nothing short of phenomenal. A scene involving the heroine, villain, and additional foils is equally tense.
The ending brings more surprises, which I cannot fully discuss without a big, fat SPOILER warning. Firstly, Tarantino decides to liberally rewrite history, which bothers me slightly from some kind of purist perspective…it’s a bit of a cheat, but ultimately can be lived with. More interestingly, Tarantino resolves his rather complex plot threads in part by making the villain a cheerful defector. I must question this decision somewhat. It sidesteps the traditional climax of pitting good versus evil in a way that recalls 2007’s No Country For Old Men. To my mind it’s a less-effective catharsis that also undermines prior events: the villain isn’t as unambiguously detestable and the uncertainty of the heroes’ success is marginalized. The novelty of such a decision, I believe, comes at too great a sacrifice of the overall dramatic impact.
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Style: 8
I found the stylistic decisions to be less effective than those in, say, Kill Bill, but I think there is little doubt that Tarantino is still at his peak. His oftentimes sledgehammer approach works to both ends, with some adding to the tension and others more disarming the audience for the sake of disarming the audience. I do not doubt that I missed some subtleties with my first and only viewing.
Substance: 9
Relentlessly absorbing, cruelly nihilistic, simultaneously bewilderingly surreal and intensely real – Inglourious Basterds is definitely a ride. The dialogue is great, and a few of the characters are very memorable. Tarantino struggled with the ending and I think it shows, but it’s of small concern next to the towering heights of drama and presence that he achieves.
Overall: 9
Add it all up and it’s a film that’s uneven at points but brilliantly so. The tone of surreal nihilism, the muddled ineffectuality of human affairs, is consistent with Tarantino’s previous works; a potential deeper meaning, if you’d like, is a subtle critique of U.S. American culture, as the film portrays the Americans as irrelevant, uncultured, and inflexible. I suspect that I will find more to this film over time, and that there are layers to be exposed, but its immediate impact is undeniable.









