I was prepared for a lukewarm feeling about INGLORIOUS BASTERDS, but I was mostly wrong. It's a pretty brilliant film, although as always for Tarantino, highly derivative. I really only had two issues with this film, one was the seemingly endless basement bar scene. What is it about filmmakers that make them think that two and a half hours is a reasonable length for a movie? Tarantino is a brilliant writer of dialogue, but not brilliant enough to pull off a scene that long in a single location with no action (until the end).
The other issue: why is he so afraid of working with a composer? Although most of the music choices were good, they are all over the place, and a single theme would have been a nice unifying factor for an otherwise episodic script. Is he really that afraid of allowing someone else to have a voice in his film?
Otherwise, there is a lot of great stuff in the film. Tarantino seems to have been watching one of my favorite directors, Sergio Leone, at least for the opening sequence and the music choices. It's a strange style for a film about Nazis in Paris, but somehow it works. I did like the movie, a lot of great acting and visual design. But he still has a lot of room to grow as a director.
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