Quentin Tarantino's Inglourious Basterds.  You have to think the movie would make Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen-amounts of money if every moviegoer were Jewish and an action movie aficionado.  While we at Screen Junkies are decidedly action movie lovers, we are also mostly of the gentile persuasion.  So, while we already have our Basterds tickets for opening weekend, we fully appreciate how gratifying the film might be all the more gratifying for someone whose family had to actually endure the atrocities of the Nazis. 

The idea of hearing a Jewish perspective on a movie that centers on Jews brutally killing a bunch of people who brutally killed Jews always had an interesting ring to it.  Luckily for us, our friends at Heeb Magazine read our minds, and passed writer Oliver Noble's review of the flick on to us for a gander.  As you can see from the beginning of Noble's piece, Tarantino seems to have nailed his key demo:


Inglourious Basterds: The Heeb Review

By Oliver Noble   

“I think this might just be my masterpiece.” 

That was the final line of dialogue in Quentin Tarantino’s script for Inglourious Basterds when it was leaked online, before a single frame had been shot, in July 2008.

That statement would come to be seen as a bold proclamation among both Tarantino devotees and detractors. Yes, whether he liked it or not, Tarantino had thrown down the gauntlet. “Masterpiece” was the buzzword that the already lauded director’s 10-years-in-the-making film had to live up to, and people weren’t going to settle for anything less. 

A year later and I’m sitting in a packed theater—some audience members are giddy with excitement, others are clearly eager to call Tarantino’s bluff. The lights go down. One hundred and 53 minutes later, I leave the theater. My heart is pounding—my body humming with a rush of adrenaline that only a Tarantino movie (or a swift punch in the jaw) can provide...

Read the rest of Heeb Magazine's review here.