Off to see the latest offering from Mr. Tarantino, the spellchecker wrecking Inglourious Basterds. More than two and half hours of extended chatting, ultra-violence, assorted weirdness and flashes of genius cinematography; and the best offering of Bowie’s Cat People ever.
It was akin to drinking several margaritas; quite a pleasant experience, but it wasn’t till much later that you feel the impact. Unlike drinking several margaritas, it was an experience I was eager to repeat immediately.
Most surprising was the reaction of she who must be obeyed. I suspected that she would find it over-ponderous and lacking in action, romance, humour and all the other stuff that is normally a prerequisite for her viewing entertainment. But she enjoyed it immensely and this morning we had a difficult (for me, because I am crap at history) conversation about why Hitler hated the Jews, what the word “Nazi” meant and how the second world war was conducted. Thank goodness for Wikipedia.
Oscar for Christoph Waltz please.