This was a fun, visceral movie to see on a lazy Sunday. This is of course no where near accurate to history, but a version of WWII in the world of Tarantino. Equate this with Marvel's Captain America punching Hitler. Having said that I feel that this is a Taratino styled espionage film. If you ever wondered what a Hitchcock film would be like with Taratino directing - this would be it. Solid performances all around. And any director that can put in some Bowie in a WWII era film and make it work is worth their salt. However, the film's construction of plot - it's execution - was surprisingly mundane for a Tarantino film. It was linear and while creating great tension, I felt the gags and action seem small and insignificant. Perhaps Tarantino is moving away from this, or felt that the well constructed tension was worth sacrificing the zooming through the movie with laughs and sprays of blood sensation. The namesake "Bastards" are only half the film and are gruesomely killed throughout it which sent them away before we got to know them. As in Tarantino's past films, he constructs great, larger-than-life characters, and though they do die, we get to know them before their departure. Here, their stay with us is brief leaving us with dead bodies we have no sympathy for. But maybe that's the point as soldier live and die in all battle fields in many different conflicts; we don't know them either so their passing, though horrible, has no connected zeitgeist as when the Bride slices up O-ren Ishii, or when Butch blows away Vincent. This film feels more like Death Proof in that its goal was more about fun, populous film making, rather than Academy Award styled film making. And where Kill Bill and Death Proof were high octane action fun. The fun in Inglorious is all about twisting an audience in their seats as in the first scene Waltz's Landu probes a Farmer for hidden Jews in his house. This film is filled with this unnerving urge to run away from the cat and mouse games that all the Nazi's employ to ascertain moles. Hitch would be proud at Tarantino's subtle use of dialogue here and he'd probably cringe but secretly smile over the blunt carnage display. Not Hitch's style yes - but it certain won't leave your mind.