This movie is definitely worth seeing (as long as you're either okay with Tarantino's trademark dwelling on gore or are adept at covering your eyes). There are excellent performances, the story is quite good, it's an entertaining trip. But that trip is somewhat equivalent to getting on a bus from Ann Arbor to Detroit and having the bus stop in Antarctica on the way there. Antarctica may be beautiful, and it may even be something you've never seen before, but your little detour is holding things up at that meeting you had in Detroit.
For all the arts I'm even vaguely familiar with, the challenge for any great artist is letting go of work that you have an emotional attachment to, but which does not contribute to the goal of the piece. I think this challenge is made even more difficult when the art in question is surrounded by huge sums of money (and thus huge numbers of people willing to tell you how wonderful you are). This movie, like 95% of films, would have been nearly perfect at ninety minutes. Inglourious is 153 minutes. That's a full hour after you start to realize your bottom is falling asleep, which is also when you start to wonder whether lingering for so long, while pretty, was necessary in ALL of those scenes. Just remember, Quentin: ninety minutes!
And, guilty as charged, here I am lingering on the negative. Waltz's performance is as good as - if not better than you've heard. Pitt continues to be the guy you want as a best friend. Laurent turns in an amazing, smoky, revolutionary charisma. A must-see for the acting, just remember to utilize your pause button and stretch out during one of Tarantino's five chapter breaks.
For all the arts I'm even vaguely familiar with, the challenge for any great artist is letting go of work that you have an emotional attachment to, but which does not contribute to the goal of the piece. I think this challenge is made even more difficult when the art in question is surrounded by huge sums of money (and thus huge numbers of people willing to tell you how wonderful you are). This movie, like 95% of films, would have been nearly perfect at ninety minutes. Inglourious is 153 minutes. That's a full hour after you start to realize your bottom is falling asleep, which is also when you start to wonder whether lingering for so long, while pretty, was necessary in ALL of those scenes. Just remember, Quentin: ninety minutes!
And, guilty as charged, here I am lingering on the negative. Waltz's performance is as good as - if not better than you've heard. Pitt continues to be the guy you want as a best friend. Laurent turns in an amazing, smoky, revolutionary charisma. A must-see for the acting, just remember to utilize your pause button and stretch out during one of Tarantino's five chapter breaks.
