Last night I finally got around to see Quentin Tarantino’s latest film Inglourious Basterds. Anyone who’s seen a Tarantino movie before will undoubtedly recognize his style with fascinating characters, parallel plots and lots of graphic violence.
In my humble opinion it was the cinematic experience of the year — and I’m not referring to 5770.
I enjoyed every second of it, and there were quite a few of those. It is a long movie, more than two hours, but I’ve suffered through commercials that felt longer — I can honestly say that I didn’t look at the time even once, and when the end came I was surprised to see that it was already after midnight.
The theme of the movie — Jewish vengeance for the Holocaust — obviously hits a raw nerve in Israel, and I think that it would be interesting to watch the film in some other countries as well. Does the movie-going crowd in, say, Germany, greet the death of Nazis with the same enthusiasm as the audience at Lev Tel Aviv did last night?
This brings me to my only real reservation to the film.
I left the movie theater with a slightly uneasy feeling about the message that can be extracted from between the lines of this virtuous script. Of course I agree that violence is never good, and that brutality should not be allowed — not to mention cheered — by anyone. However, it makes me a little uncomfortable when this message is presented through the gruesome and extremely painful death of dozens of high-level Nazis, their mistresses and other Germans at the hands of a Jewish woman whose whole family has been murdered by the SS.
But maybe I’m just overly sensitive. In any case, I strongly recommend this excellent film.
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