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Finally saw Inglorious Basterds last night.
It left me a little conflicted. On the one hand, it's a great movie, Tarantino doing what he does best. Reminded me in pace and story telling of Jackie Brown, one of my favorite and often under appreciated Tarantino films. Can't say a bad thing about it as a movie.
But I still don't like watching Nazi movies. Even if it was fantasy Nazi slaughter pron. The serious Jew-hunting scenes just depress me, and I can't even delight in the fantasy slaughter 'cause, well, it didn't happen that way, it never could have happened that way, and no amount of fantasizing changes that.
Not that I spent the whole movie crying over the Holocaust or anything, but I just found myself unable to indulge in the feeling of vengeance the movie was trying to illicit.
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