Some time ago I mentioned a fact that today I should explain: I did not like Inglourious Basterds.
I did not like for a number of reasons, the first of which is that I have left a bitter taste incredible output. I began to realize that I would have liked when I heard my attention naturally fall - and not only for the presence of Ilaria in the chair next to mine - at different times covering the central part of the film, and the central mean immediately after-by-l'inizio to just-before-the-end.
Now, as director Tarantino is a run-in - and assume that he knows his job now to do - those speeches will follow "gut" because it is the one that rumbled to first, winning thus the right to conduct the dance.
So. It is not subject to normal declines in attention (or is it better to say "interest") should be watching a particular action, or at least be hinted as such and is not an action movie then tell me you what it is. The point is that the film slowed down tremendously for long periods, and this helps to create suspense, but to create boredom. What about the 100-on-1 fights in Kill Bill? where are the massacres that the film and the words of bastards promised? The fight scenes are reduced to bone and those that are there are so rapid and raise so much dust and splinters that if you were yawning at that precise moment, you can also go to the cashier to ask for money back of the ticket for me. So much bla bla bla. Indiana Jones and stuff to regret his fisticuffs Aryan (I will regret plane self-smitragliato by Sean Connery . It is a scene that would put in any movie:
I'm very snug on the issue because of the fighting this film was expected to be a dick-a-la Grindhouse inspired a movie dick + a movie half-seriously. Anyway, it is difficult if not superfluous to draw material "above" material "dick" IMHO, better to spend to give dignity to it. I would also like to recall that the title says, Inglourious Basterds, and I would expect that they do their dirty work - instead of playing cards with the Nazis (sic) - as is required of the players worthy of the name. But maybe that's the problem: this film seems to have no players, and I have not checked the credits but I should not wonder if the characters were listed in alphabetical order, because I do not know precisely How else to put them. The bastards can not be all the players because they are too numerous and are not sufficiently characterized or at least explained: when Hugo Stiglitz appears before the name in the '80s TV series by caratteroni part adrenaline and you expect to begin a rundown on tamarrona Bastardi with lots of stop & go hick funk in the background, I explain one by one how the fuck are over there where they are, or at least who the fuck they were before they join scuoiacrucchi, and instead it is an isolated case - and I realized that * spoiler * so after almost every crack, but let me attach the hell, after all, the film runs over two hours - well after its genesis nothing, you lose in a vacuum, if you're still well, hello else, follow the green signs for the exit and if you use the bathroom without a tip. But if they are not the protagonists, who then? played by the actress Diane Kruger? Definitely not, unless you can keep a movie for so long without the star (I would say that it is quite the sacrifice to the gods of fetishism that drives Tarantino, dirty old man).
Perhaps the Jewish? Appears in too fragmentary to aspire to this role, and his character goes from victim to executioner with the lightness of those who change their favorite ice cream flavor. Perhaps the hunter of Jews, Hans Landa? I wish that the protagonist was a Nazi cool once, but he is a mad man, not a story, not a mission-of-life beyond that of doing his job of SS until it looks better. So? to those who pass the ball? anyone, that's a fact.
Another thing that struck me about this film is the complete lack of humanity. They have no humanity The bastards who collect the scalps of the Nazis, and if there are civilians, half of patience, humanity is not the Jew who gives his all on fire with a laugh from his love equally evil demanding negro, are without humanity for the Nazis definition, is humanity without depriving the plaintiff of his father a new born baby, is without humanity smitragliare the German officer who makes the Jews even before finding them and strangles people with his bare hands, in none of them see a shred of humanity. It's not as if I'm asking naively, "where are the good guys?" But rather "to which species belong to the characters?". No one ever hesitates for a moment before the kill, which pushes the genre to science fiction in my opinion. The question is, roughly: a good story there must be factions identified and characterized in opposite ways, so that we can have fun rooting for someone. The bastards in my opinion are indistinguishable from the Nazis, and this poses a big problem. I know, is a child speech and stops a superficial level of interpretation, but I do not think Inglourious Basterds is a film that gives the unbridled experimentalism, so I feel entitled to express disappointment: a good script is to prevent the chaos narrative in which all the characters move in the same moral slime . If all the characters are morally / ethically (I never know what term to use, pardon the ignorance) we are indistinguishable in a circle of hell Dante, and if there is someone to draw from Dante's intellectual caliber out something good (the stories of the damned), there only remains imprinted a flurry of animated meat.
then I do not understand the sense of a bundle of plans to watch excessive amounts (no of too elaborate a-la-Joker, for instance), all stacked one above the other and, in the end everyone wants to kill everyone and there is a glut of planes instead of the traditional things that go wrong and you keep porcocazzodatevidafaredaidaidaicheiltemposcade the suspense up to two minutes before the end (now I do not think the case regardless of demonizing clichés, here): Clearly there's a good chance that at least one go to sign - even by mistake, the statistics do not look in face no director. In short, what you feel is the scontatezza, the absence of interlocking pieces that do conceive the course of history as a puzzle that takes shape, only a lot of random things then so be because we are all right and we like the ammmerrigani esblosivi more than the fireworks will appeal to Neapolitans. Finally, some aspects remain
side who contributed to the film did not please me, but since I have already dwelt too much liquid will briefly: the soundtrack I thought that was generally out of place, Tarantino for some to say "Hey! But this is a Quentin Tarantino! "also lament a chronic shortage of epic characters, dialogue or really over the top. We realize that I have not had a quote from this film about? There was no joke that deserved a special page of articles with the banners next to the text of pixels and confetti fall from above. I'm damn disappointed. I thought it might be a problem of the Italian translation that could cut them with a hatchet as they are sometimes used to do (see The Big Bang Theory in the Italian blleaaah), but I do not know if this is so, I have not covered in the original language. Among other things I read around that so I'm cool accent, so I probably will.
After all this stain to, I think it only right to say a few words, however good the acting of Brad Pitt, if only because he can not remember too much about being Brad Pitt, his character was heavily penalized by limp dialogue, as just said, but could potentially be a real bomb, a great sin. Clearly note on Christoph Waltz who plays the hunter of Jews, very good, I think he also suffers from a slow-motion and perhaps too much drama set in the script (which however did not prevent him taking the prize for best actor blah blah; -)).
In the end, in retrospect, it is not that I liked-liked. A distance of time, I still come back to mind certain scenes, you can not say that I have nothing left. Is that ... how can I say? Imagine going to a wedding dinner and between courses (albeit low abundance) to pass endless amount minutes - enough time to exhaust the topics of conversation with the mundane ugly cousin of degree X (where X is the root of a polynomial of degree ventordici formal series with coefficients in) that you found on the side and that makes the School of Design I stopped listening to The Bla Bla Bla At this point, and to take over the embarrassment. Then he learns that the wedding cake has been lost along the way and so no dessert.
Well, not that I'm left here on an empty stomach ... it's just that I wanted to fill her eyes.
I did not like for a number of reasons, the first of which is that I have left a bitter taste incredible output. I began to realize that I would have liked when I heard my attention naturally fall - and not only for the presence of Ilaria in the chair next to mine - at different times covering the central part of the film, and the central mean immediately after-by-l'inizio to just-before-the-end.
Now, as director Tarantino is a run-in - and assume that he knows his job now to do - those speeches will follow "gut" because it is the one that rumbled to first, winning thus the right to conduct the dance.
So. It is not subject to normal declines in attention (or is it better to say "interest") should be watching a particular action, or at least be hinted as such and is not an action movie then tell me you what it is. The point is that the film slowed down tremendously for long periods, and this helps to create suspense, but to create boredom. What about the 100-on-1 fights in Kill Bill? where are the massacres that the film and the words of bastards promised? The fight scenes are reduced to bone and those that are there are so rapid and raise so much dust and splinters that if you were yawning at that precise moment, you can also go to the cashier to ask for money back of the ticket for me. So much bla bla bla. Indiana Jones and stuff to regret his fisticuffs Aryan (I will regret plane self-smitragliato by Sean Connery . It is a scene that would put in any movie:
" Oh no! They left without me! Are completely alone in the house! "
(scene change): SRATATATATAT!
" er ... boy, we were impressed! .
We have presented: "Mom, luckily I missed the plane" .)
I'm very snug on the issue because of the fighting this film was expected to be a dick-a-la Grindhouse inspired a movie dick + a movie half-seriously. Anyway, it is difficult if not superfluous to draw material "above" material "dick" IMHO, better to spend to give dignity to it. I would also like to recall that the title says, Inglourious Basterds, and I would expect that they do their dirty work - instead of playing cards with the Nazis (sic) - as is required of the players worthy of the name. But maybe that's the problem: this film seems to have no players, and I have not checked the credits but I should not wonder if the characters were listed in alphabetical order, because I do not know precisely How else to put them. The bastards can not be all the players because they are too numerous and are not sufficiently characterized or at least explained: when Hugo Stiglitz appears before the name in the '80s TV series by caratteroni part adrenaline and you expect to begin a rundown on tamarrona Bastardi with lots of stop & go hick funk in the background, I explain one by one how the fuck are over there where they are, or at least who the fuck they were before they join scuoiacrucchi, and instead it is an isolated case - and I realized that * spoiler * so after almost every crack, but let me attach the hell, after all, the film runs over two hours - well after its genesis nothing, you lose in a vacuum, if you're still well, hello else, follow the green signs for the exit and if you use the bathroom without a tip. But if they are not the protagonists, who then? played by the actress Diane Kruger? Definitely not, unless you can keep a movie for so long without the star (I would say that it is quite the sacrifice to the gods of fetishism that drives Tarantino, dirty old man).
Perhaps the Jewish? Appears in too fragmentary to aspire to this role, and his character goes from victim to executioner with the lightness of those who change their favorite ice cream flavor. Perhaps the hunter of Jews, Hans Landa? I wish that the protagonist was a Nazi cool once, but he is a mad man, not a story, not a mission-of-life beyond that of doing his job of SS until it looks better. So? to those who pass the ball? anyone, that's a fact.
Another thing that struck me about this film is the complete lack of humanity. They have no humanity The bastards who collect the scalps of the Nazis, and if there are civilians, half of patience, humanity is not the Jew who gives his all on fire with a laugh from his love equally evil demanding negro, are without humanity for the Nazis definition, is humanity without depriving the plaintiff of his father a new born baby, is without humanity smitragliare the German officer who makes the Jews even before finding them and strangles people with his bare hands, in none of them see a shred of humanity. It's not as if I'm asking naively, "where are the good guys?" But rather "to which species belong to the characters?". No one ever hesitates for a moment before the kill, which pushes the genre to science fiction in my opinion. The question is, roughly: a good story there must be factions identified and characterized in opposite ways, so that we can have fun rooting for someone. The bastards in my opinion are indistinguishable from the Nazis, and this poses a big problem. I know, is a child speech and stops a superficial level of interpretation, but I do not think Inglourious Basterds is a film that gives the unbridled experimentalism, so I feel entitled to express disappointment: a good script is to prevent the chaos narrative in which all the characters move in the same moral slime . If all the characters are morally / ethically (I never know what term to use, pardon the ignorance) we are indistinguishable in a circle of hell Dante, and if there is someone to draw from Dante's intellectual caliber out something good (the stories of the damned), there only remains imprinted a flurry of animated meat.
then I do not understand the sense of a bundle of plans to watch excessive amounts (no of too elaborate a-la-Joker, for instance), all stacked one above the other and, in the end everyone wants to kill everyone and there is a glut of planes instead of the traditional things that go wrong and you keep porcocazzodatevidafaredaidaidaicheiltemposcade the suspense up to two minutes before the end (now I do not think the case regardless of demonizing clichés, here): Clearly there's a good chance that at least one go to sign - even by mistake, the statistics do not look in face no director. In short, what you feel is the scontatezza, the absence of interlocking pieces that do conceive the course of history as a puzzle that takes shape, only a lot of random things then so be because we are all right and we like the ammmerrigani esblosivi more than the fireworks will appeal to Neapolitans. Finally, some aspects remain
side who contributed to the film did not please me, but since I have already dwelt too much liquid will briefly: the soundtrack I thought that was generally out of place, Tarantino for some to say "Hey! But this is a Quentin Tarantino! "also lament a chronic shortage of epic characters, dialogue or really over the top. We realize that I have not had a quote from this film about? There was no joke that deserved a special page of articles with the banners next to the text of pixels and confetti fall from above. I'm damn disappointed. I thought it might be a problem of the Italian translation that could cut them with a hatchet as they are sometimes used to do (see The Big Bang Theory in the Italian blleaaah), but I do not know if this is so, I have not covered in the original language. Among other things I read around that so I'm cool accent, so I probably will.
After all this stain to, I think it only right to say a few words, however good the acting of Brad Pitt, if only because he can not remember too much about being Brad Pitt, his character was heavily penalized by limp dialogue, as just said, but could potentially be a real bomb, a great sin. Clearly note on Christoph Waltz who plays the hunter of Jews, very good, I think he also suffers from a slow-motion and perhaps too much drama set in the script (which however did not prevent him taking the prize for best actor blah blah; -)).
In the end, in retrospect, it is not that I liked-liked. A distance of time, I still come back to mind certain scenes, you can not say that I have nothing left. Is that ... how can I say? Imagine going to a wedding dinner and between courses (albeit low abundance) to pass endless amount minutes - enough time to exhaust the topics of conversation with the mundane ugly cousin of degree X (where X is the root of a polynomial of degree ventordici formal series with coefficients in) that you found on the side and that makes the School of Design I stopped listening to The Bla Bla Bla At this point, and to take over the embarrassment. Then he learns that the wedding cake has been lost along the way and so no dessert.
Well, not that I'm left here on an empty stomach ... it's just that I wanted to fill her eyes.
