Inglourious Basterds

Inglourious Basterds is, in a word, boring.

Quentin Tarantino is like an old man who loves to hear himself talk. He's always been heavy on dialogue, but his past two movies have been more talking than anything else. Unfortunately, Basterds fails to break that chain. The movie opens with a ten plus-minute-long prologue, the vast majority of which is one character flapping his lips. It's cute and quirky at first, but it gets old quickly. And that's pretty much how the rest of the movie goes. The violent scenes are fun and exciting, but they're not nearly as bountiful as the previews might lead one to believe.

I wouldn't go so far as to say Basterds is a bad film. Just boring. It's worth a watch or two, especially if you like Tarantino. Just don't expect constant stimulation.