Inglourious Basterds, 2009 / Quentin Tarantino

inglourious-basterds-movie-posterSo, how far is a director’s responsibility supposed to go? Is one supposed to try to satisfy everybody’s tastes, expectations and moral orientation? I think these questions probably have more to do with Tarantino than with any other active director. The guy gets glorified, but then he gets slaughtered too. From what I’ve heard from him, he is smart enough to generally stay away from commenting back on the innumerable attempts to dissect his greatness/lameness. Maybe this is not only the best approach, but the single one he can have. You will never make the entire world happy, so you’d better just keep your mouth shut, and stick to making movies.

Tarantino’s latest, Inglourious Basterds, is no exception to the rule – the movie is adored and hated. I quite enjoyed it. Even more – coming out of the theatre, I thought “This will be an all-time great.” I’m no movie critic – when I write, I only do it to try to understand a movie better (hmm, this actually might make me a critic, I don’t know). I haven’t read or studied enough of film history or film philosophy or film aesthetics. So after I see a movie, I like to have it “explained” to me again, by different people, with various points of view. And this is how I came across this article. Senses of Cinema is a very good film critique website, I believe, and writings there are deep, informed and thoughtful, though sometimes too dry and complex even for the deliberate reader. But some articles there can be quite inspiring – like an interview with Terry Gilliam they had published recently that made me delete my Facebook account. This one, on the moral grounds of Inglorious Basterds, had me really thinking, even if I had to read some sentences three times to get what they mean. Basically, the article says two things.
One, Tarantino has done an exceptional job in most scenes of the movie, succeeding to draw the audience to unwittingly identify with some of the Nazi characters (especially Colonel Hans Landa, played exquisitely by Cristoph Waltz). Take two suspense-laden scenes, for instance – the opening with Landa interrogating the French peasant, and the one in the underground pub, where the German SS officer plays a game of cards with some of the Basterds and the German actress. In both, we have a bad guy – a Nazi – slowly and excruciatingly teasing the truth out of the “good guys” – and we can’t help but feel with the Nazis’ skins, anticipate through their minds. And that’s an accomplishment for the writer and director.
Two, you can’t just take a real historical moment, and one laden with such heavy moral importance, and turn it into pulp fiction. Tarantino has fucked up the whole point of remembering the Holocaust, he is smearing history, even deleting it.
I don’t agree with that second one.
I accept a filmmaker has to feel his or her responsibility towards the world. That he or she has to think in advance about the potential effect of their movie (more so if you are an established director, I guess). But at the end of the day you can only make one movie at a time. One movie, which will most of the time have a single ending. So Tarantino wanted to make his WWII movie. And, being big on revenge, now he got his revenge on the Nazis. In his own Tarantino way, which not all of us might approve, but I think we all enjoy. Even for those of us who were still unborn when WWII ended, our conscious and subconscious has been so saturated with the horror of those times (and I really think – rightly so), that a movie like Inglorious Basterds is one we’ve always wanted to see. One that says, “Let the fuckin’ Nazis have it!”. And that actually “lets them have it”. So, in the very least, this movie is a joyride, a joyride that all of us had wanted to go on. And a Nazi film that is a joyride is something worthy. You can’t blame a single director for attempting to erase history. Especially when, a) he does what he does on purpose, all “historical reality cards” on the table for all the viewers to see and b) his movie is one of the very few, if not the only one, that plays with history in that way; an exception to the rule, and not the history-deleting or history-changing rule the Senses of Cinema article supposes it to be. But oh, yes – it’s a powerful exception…
To me, Tarantino should be able to enjoy some leniency from his fiercest critics even if only because of the closing scene of The Basterds. The one that takes place, remember – in a movie theatre. Where the final destruction is based on the sacrifice (or should I say – self-sacrifice) of a giant pile of film material and of the theatre’s projection screen. To me, it was a metaphor of cinema taking things in its own hands. Correcting history, the way we all have always wanted it corrected, within the realm of cinema’s own imagined world. Cinema reveling in its power – the power to which Tarantino has always bowed down to. Cinema giving us what we’ve always expected from it – a distraction that is a satisfaction that is an inspiration that is a change within us.

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I am a Bulgarian-born filmmaker working between Sofia and London. Over the last six years, I have been directing TV commercials for agencies like DDB, Leo Burnett, Lowe Swing, Publicis, Huts JWT, Demner Merlicek & Bergmann. I have worked for a wide range of clients – from mobile telecoms through charities to a viral campaign for a presidential candidate at the 2011 elections in Bulgaria.

I have a film making diploma from the London Film Academy, following a BA degree in Journalism by the American University in Bulgaria. I have worked in media and theatre, before discovering my passion for film making and turning it into a full-time devotion.

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