Maybe I just had too high of expectations for the movie... but Inglourious Basterds was awful. Tarantino did his usual schtick of drawing out conversations... adding in pointless (hut humourous) dialogue. Usually the point of all this is to either provide insight into the characters, build up suspense for the meat of the performance or some combination of the two. In this movie the extra (or I should say extraneous) dialogue served neither. There was no amazing climax, there was no real conflict, there were no real heroes or villians. Yes, a WWII movie (which means Hitler) had no real villians. Hitler was sort of an afterthought, included, presumably, just to put a face on the Nazi party.
There was character buildup, but no destination. There was action, but it fell far short of any expectations delivered by the meandering dialogue. Again, maybe my expectations were just too high... but I think not. Tarantino seems to have gone severely astray, creating no intelligent characters... just paper-thin pawns in some meaningless game - without rules or purpose.
I'd continue to write, but I'd just whip myself into a frenzy again and cease any rational criticisms and end up pissed that i wasted 2 hours.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
higgins
So I'm out drinking, near a dartboard, and this guy walks up and asks if I want to play. He's wearing a ball cap, has shorts and is wearing a hawaiian shirt. He also has a mustache and is incredibly hairy. He introduces himself to me as "Tom". Seriously... I just played darts with Magnum P.I. Fucking awesome.
Speaking of fucking awesome... fountain pens. Hawt.
Speaking of fucking awesome... fountain pens. Hawt.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
pizza
I hate Aron Sanchez, that dude from the food network. I said something aloud that would cause my lynching if I wrote, so he's just "that dude". He said that his favorite pizza was a "messy experience". I never want to hear about that dude's "messy experiences". Then, since I have a sick mind, I was forced (I say forced since sometime's my mind pops weird things into my active train of thought) to picture that dude in a cheesy hotel honeymoon suite bed with pink silt sheets going "Hey pizza, you and me are gonna have a messy experience."
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