Anyone familiar with the work of Quentin Tarantino will expect three things from his films: black humour, brutal violence, and a great deal of brilliant, often long-winded dialogue. Sometimes the combination works (Pulp Fiction), sometimes it doesn't (Deathproof). This time, it works.
'Inglourious Basterds' is a great guilty pleasure of a film that completely reinvents the war movie. There's no heroism or higher purpose here - there's just the biggest bad guys of all time getting their comeuppance. Tarantino even re-writes history to give World War II a more satisfactory ending.
From the sounds they were making, I suspect the two older ladies seated behind me had never heard of Quentin Tarantino. If you are as squeamish as they, I'd give this one a pass. But if you want a big, rolicking story with some of the most memorable cinematic characters of the past decade, go and enjoy. Guilt free. Four and a half stars out of five.
(Murray loved it too! And yet he still manages to complain about how long it was.)