Having seen Quentin Tarantino's Inglourious Basterds just last evening, I scarcely know what to say. It's a cataclysm of a movie; the kind of blistering, near incantatory work no other medium is remotely capable of; but with implications those who unconditionally love the moving image will require a long long time to process. It's a film that will not rest.
I can, however, say one thing with absolute, rock-ribbed certainty:
The final moment, the final shot, the final line of dialogue in this film is the greatest expression of punk bravado in the history of cinema.
"You put some chords together, and you like the way it sounds. It means something to you. It's always therapy, but it doesn't solve anything. It's making wishes. It's like hoping the world's flat, hoping there's a heaven. You got your vest on, you're walking up to the crowd, you're getting ready to blow yourself up." -- Emitt Rhodes