When trying to think of something to say about the movie Inglourious Basterds, the phrase: worst movie of the year comes to mind. Chapter 1, is quite good and lulls you into thinking the rest of the movie will only get better. Quite the deception. After watching the film for over an hour, I wondered when and if it would ever end, looked on the Netflix cover to find it was a two and half hour movie. In my opinion the movie was two hours and fifteen minutes too long.
One scene was so long and tedious I fast forwarded. Since most of the movie has sub-titles and I am a fast reader, I was able to fast forward until the end, then put it on regular speed and finished it off before midnight.
In the movie, Brad Pitt played himself as a doofus. Whenever I see Brad Pitt in a movie or on a tabloid, I always ask myself this question: How is this guy supposed to be God's gift to women and what does Angelina Jolie see in him? Okay, 2 questions. AJ was married to the multi-talented and handsome Billy Bob Thornton, and then she settles for a doofus. I do not get it. But then I don't go for pretty boys. I go for really, really smart guys. When I hear a guy talking about his 2 PhD's and work as a nuclear physicist, whew, I'm hot. I don't care if he has beady eyes and pop bottle glasses, umm, baby.
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