Our mail-carrier a.k.a postman delivered the latest issue of the New Yorker (August 24, 2009) yesterday.
And with it arrived the review of Quentin Tarantino’s new movie Inglourious Basterds by David Denby.
For Tarantino acolytes, the news is not good.
You see, Denby’s review of the movie is not positive.
Here’s an excerpt from the last paragraph:
The film is skillfully made, but itâ€™s too silly to be enjoyed, even as a joke. Tarantino may think that he is doing Jews a favor by launching this revenge fantasy (in the burning theatre, working-class Jewish boys get to pump Hitler and GÃ¶ring full of lead), but somehow I doubt that the gesture will be appreciated. Tarantino has become an embarrassment: his virtuosity as a maker of images has been overwhelmed by his inanity as an idiot de la cinÃ©mathÃ¨que.