…doesn’t much like Quentin Tarantino’s Inglourious Basterds. Nor does Daniel Mendelsohn (whose review you really need to read). I’ve never understood the appeal of Tarantino’s films. But then, I’ve never quite understood the sort of girlish fascination that extremely violent imagery holds for wussy film critics who would faint at the sight of a drop of their own blood. As Jeffrey says, yeah, they’re “cinematic”. But cinematic about what? Hell! Triumph of the Will is cinematic. What bothers me most... Read more