Thursday, August 27, 2009

One Observation on Inglourious Basterds

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.


Flynn D said...

Having not yet seen the movie, I can only guess Tarantino smashes a few more cinematic and cultural stereotypes into deadly, flyin' chards.

Goodbye to senseless reason; hello to ordered anarchy.

Kenmeer livermaile said...

I'm curious to know what you mean by "incantatory". It's evocative but vague enough that I'm lost.

Tom Sutpen said...

'Incantatory' in the sense that Tarantino's film has a cumulative, almost mystical force (particularly on first viewing). The kind of ultimately unknowable effect one can sometimes assume to be the by-product of . . . an incantation.

Kenmeer livermaile said...

Ah. I was thinking maybe you meant that Taran used recurrent motifs in different settings, intoning deeper underlying meaning from the repetition.