Quentin Tarantino's Inglourious Basterds Makes Holocaust Revisionism Ridiculously Fun

Energetic, inventive, swaggering fun, Quentin Tarantino's Inglourious Basterds is a consummate Hollywood entertainment — rich in fantasy and blithely amoral.

It's also quintessential Tarantino — even more drenched in film references than gore. Tepidly received in Cannes and thereafter tweaked, Inglourious Basterds may still be a tad long at two and a half hours and a little too pleased with itself, but it's tough to resist the enthusiastic performances and terrific dialogue if you're not put off by the juvenile premise or cartoonish savagery.

Inglourious Basterds is a two-fisted Hollywood occupation romance, in which a Jewish special unit wreaks vengeance on the Nazis. It also has the best Western opener in decades: The first of five chapters nods to Sergio Leone with the title "Once Upon a Time in Nazi-Occupied France" and to the genre in general with a shot of a French farm family hanging their laundry as a Nazi convoy approaches in the distance like a Comanche band. Violence is not immediately forthcoming — Inglourious Basterds is as much talk-talk as bang-bang.

Roth and Pitt: Talk-talk, bang-bang.
Roth and Pitt: Talk-talk, bang-bang.

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Inglourious Basterds, starring Christoph Waltz, Brad Pitt, Eli Roth, Diane Kruger, Mélanie Laurent, and Michael Fassbender. Written and directed by Quentin Tarantino. Rated R.

The first of a half-dozen one-on-one verbal jousts pits a taciturn salt-of-the-earth peasant against the loquacious Nazi colonel, Hans Landa (Christoph Waltz), who, humorously officious, hypnotizes his prey with a twinkling eye, giant grin, and steady stream of civilized chatter. Landa, the SS functionary assigned to rid France of Jews, is not only the movie's villain, but also its master of revels. His elegant and clever SS man is the movie's most crowd-pleasing creation — another in the long line of glamorous Hollywood Nazis. Indeed, this smooth operator is Eichmann as fun guy. He's also a European sissy whose "barbaric" antagonists are a squad of Jewish-American commandos led by wily hillbilly Aldo Raine (Brad Pitt). The Jews are out for blood, and Raine promises his eponymous Basterds that, under his leadership, they will terrorize the Germans with "Apache tactics," demanding that each contribute 100 Nazi scalps.

Given its subject and director's track record, Inglourious Basterds has less mayhem than one might expect. There's nothing comparable here to the D-Day landing that opens Saving Private Ryan, either as choreographed violence or virtuoso filmmaking. Inglourious Basterds is essentially conceptual and, as with any Western, all about determining the nature of permissible aggression. Operating like a cross between the Dirty Dozen and a Nazi death squad, the Basterds take no prisoners. Designated "survivors" are shipped back to Germany, swastikas carved in their foreheads to spook the brass. The rest are sent to Valhalla, most spectacularly by Sgt. Donny Donowitz (Eli Roth), who uses a Louisville slugger to bash German brains. "Watching Donny beat Nazis to death is as close as we get to the movies," one of the Basterds exults, tipping Tarantino's hand.

The heroine of, and most artificial construct in, Inglourious Basterds is Shosanna Dreyfus (Mélanie Laurent), Jewish survivor of a Nazi massacre, hiding in plain sight as the proprietress of a Paris movie theater. Shosanna articulates Tarantino's own cinephile credo: His characters live and die in (and sometimes at) the movies, and only there. In a sense, Inglourious Basterds is a form of science fiction. Everything unfolds in and maps an alternate universe: the movies. Even Shosanna's Parisian neighborhood has a marked resemblance to a Cannes back alley. Goebbels is an evil producer; the German war hero who pursues Shosanna has (like America's real-life Audie Murphy) become a movie star. The spectacular climax has the newly dead address those about to die from the silver screen. Operation Kino not only depends on Shosanna's movie house and the German movie diva's complicity, but a heroic film critic, played by Michael Fassbender.

Inglourious Basterds is hardly the first movie to place World War II in the context of American show business. The Producers might seem an obvious precursor, but there's a difference between victim and victor mocking Hitler. Where the Mel Brooks scenario involves dancing on the monster's grave, the Tarantino scenario is less cathartic than bizarrely triumphant. Inglourious Basterds basically enables Jews to act like Nazis, engaging in cold-blooded massacres and mass incineration, pushing wish fulfillment to a near-psychotic break with reality. If masterpiece is taken to mean the fullest expression of a particular artist's worldview, Basterds could well be Tarantino's.

 
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