Inglourious Basterds was a great movie, fantastic even, and I am not usually a fan of Tarantino. It was as unecessarily violent as I would expect from him – though it left me questioning whether it was really unecessary. The violence really had an impact, probably the impact he was going for. The movie was hilarious but unsettling. It disturbed me and left me sour and I couldn’t get it out of my mind; I didn’t feel for any of the characters at all because I found them revolting. But that didn’t make it a bad movie at all; it was intriguing that way. All the death and violence and the characters’ attitudes towards it were utterly horrifying to me, but at the same time fascinating and not so unrealistic it didn’t leave me feeling anxious afterwards. I felt empathy towards all parties, but hatred as well. The Basterds did the same thing to Nazis as the Nazis did to Jews – callously torture and maim. I don’t believe in revenge or violence like this so it challenged my morals. The sickness and utter depravity of the movie was entertaining somehow. Wonderful, ingenius even. It wasn’t just a comedy, it was something more – something serious. Something dramatic and forlorn, like the labels “drama” and “comedy” were somehow switched in advertising.

Still, it had some pretty damn funny moments.

I highly recommend, but not for the weak of heart, though those interested in nothing but pretty explosions and a bloodfest will be happy too.