Inglourious Basterds
Here we go with another Pulp Fiction comparison . . .
Just kidding. This flick wasn’t nearly that good.
Surreal, yes. Wonderfully violent in an almost understated way, yes. Chock full of bizarre and interesting dialogue, meh not so much.
I think the film actually shows the evolution of Tarantino as a film-maker. It’s not as quick and simple as his earlier stuff. It’s much more complicated. Deep and silly all at the same time. It seems like the kind of film a middle-aged guy would make while trying to channel his twenty-something self. A magnificent missed target.
Kind of like this rambling babbling.