Saturday, October 31, 2009

Inglourious Basterds

(Moderate spoiler alert)

Saw it last night and I found it a weird sort of experience. I fell asleep for a chunk of it (it's long and often quite boring), but also I was also strangely gripped while I was awake. I was glad that it ended the way it did; if you choose a fantasy route, you may as well go all the way. Mostly I just felt repulsed, but in a dazed, attentive sort of way.

In a way I think we're being tempted to indulge in sick fantasies and think it's OK because it's happening to Nazi's. At least that's how it tries to sell itself, but it's weirder than that.

Here's what Tyler Cowen said, which is interesting, but a little difficult to make out. Steve Sailer's take is longer, easier to understand and also interesting.


Trevor Black said...

It made me feel very uncomfortable. I don't think that the intention of the movie is for self reflection on how uncomfortable it would make people feel either.

A definite reminder that victors write the history books.

I can't imagine that a Clint Eastwood style Flags of our Fathers/Iwo Jima style view from both sides would ever be allowed to be shown even in a world of free speech.

Not sure about this one.

mutt said...

I don't understand why this is an example of history being written by the winners. Tyler Cowen calls it the most politically incorrect movie of the year partly because it's mostly the Jews who are doing the evils stuff.

Trevor Black said...

I guess you are right. The final evil cackle of revenge doesn't exactly inspire sympathy. Nor I guess do the no holds barred actions of the basterds.

I guess it just made me feel sick in general, but my initial reaction was against the Nazi portrayal.

It could be argued (strongly) that that was less of a stretch from what really happened.

I speaks to the point you made before the movie, about how some movies are perhaps the kind that people are better off not watching at all. Not sure this is one... Just trying to think what I 'got' from watching the movie.