I went to see Inglourious Basterds today, and I can safely say that it's probably my favorite Quentin Tarantino film. I loved Kill Bill (esp. Part II) but Basterds takes the blood red cake. Tarantino's auteur status sucks you in from the moment the yellow typeface of the credits kick this epic film into action along with the Spaghetti Western soundtrack. You know you're in for a GLOURIOUS crazytrain ride.The movie clocks in at 2 hours and 33 minutes, but I did not look at my cell phone to check the time once... I wanted more when it ended and yet felt so alive from the awesome re-writing of history that Tarantino uses the film to achieve. Each chapter boasts such phenomenal performances, encyclopedic references to film, and deliciously intricate self-reference that I could have watched it for 12 hours straight. Melanie Laurent (above) who plays Shoshanna was spectacular, and in the Beatrix Kiddo tradition of the blonde-with-a-vengeance plot, I totally cheered her on in her quest. I don't want to say too much in case you haven't seen the film, but really... from Mike Myers' quick cameo to Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz (sexy and awesome) to Eli Roth as a DiMaggio-like Basterd with a baseball bat penchant, this movie just hit it out of the park.
I'm glad I said goodbye to this worst summer ever with a movie worthy of my top ten of the 2000's label, and then ADIOS VERANO for real tonight with Jazzy at Mercadito. We had such high hopes for this summer and spent our kick-off outdoor drinking fest at Mercadito just 4 short months ago proclaiming the mantra, "Clean slate, white pants!" After all our hopes and dreams of greatness in bikinis and speedos (imagine!) were shattered by fate's cruel fist of doom, we are ready to embrace whatever this Fall In New York City wants to throw at us. Our new mantra: BLACK AND GRAY LAYERS, BITCH. Because that's how we roll. Bring it on, Chuck Bass, Fashion Week, Justin Bobby's crazy outfits on The Hills, concerts where you must pay, and jackets. Jackets galore. We are ready.
