Inglourious Basterds (2009)
Well, I won't write much on this one considering so much has been said already.
Sure, the movie's a blast; it's brash and arrogant; it's wildly creative, but what I think I enjoyed most about it is Tarantino's (finally) full commitment to doing whatever he wants. Because he's good at it; his mind takes stories into bold, surprising places. The film seems a series of strange catharses for the director and audience. With
Inglourious Basterds, I feel like he's making (whether purposefully or inadvertently) a point on the power of cinema. Cinema can mold (and remold) history. And with this, in this case making a caricature of something as sacred as World War II history, perhaps it is to say "Let's not take ourselves too seriously." It's the kind of ethos Dušan Makavejev worked with, and it's a refreshing one.
Also I'll reiterate how wonderful the performances are (yes, especially Christoph Waltz). Also, I'll admit to a serious crush on Mélanie Laurent:
