Inglourious Basterds (A Reassessment)

Upon second, third, and fourth viewing of Tarantino's latest work, I am forced to admit that my appreciation for it has grown considerably. My recent reactions to it have been so different from my first viewing that I'm baffled as to why I was so disappointed with it.

I think it boils down to expectations. I went into Inglourious Basterds with the desire to see an action-packed war movie. I certainly expected it to be different, seeing as how Tarantino's name was attached, but I hoped it would be exciting and violent (a la Kill Bill, Vol. 1).

My subsequent viewings, however, have been much more rewarding. I've been able to enjoy much of the banter I originally found tiresome, especially when it comes from Christoph Waltz.

I still think the movie is too long, though, which is mainly due to the extensive dialogue. This, however, I am willing to forgive. The rest of the film is rich enough with fun performances and interesting plot to make up for the length.