Tarantino has done it again.

Inglourious Basterds:
"You probably heard we ain't in the prisoner-takin' business; we in the killin' Nazi business. Business is a-boomin'." I have always been a fan of Quentin Tarantino's films (well, mostly), and I thought Death Proof was maybe the best thing ever. Nope. Inglourious Basterds is everything I could want from a movie. It was over two hours long and I was still sad when it ended. I wish it could have been five hours long. There is one thing that I can say adamantly (and I hope others can as well), and that is that I hate Nazis. They deserve(d) to die in the worst way imaginable, in my opinion. That is all this movie is about. Sweet Jew revenge in the form of killin' Nazis. Taking scalps as well. There is even a Nazi killing character nicknamed "The Bear Jew". I ask you, what can get better than that? The dialogue was amazing, as per the usual for Tarantino. Usually I'd much rather watch action scenes then hear people talk but that's not the case for the majority of his movies. The man is just a cult classic genius. The action scenes, well, let's just say I got over-excited about them. Especially the ending, wowza! Let me tell you, my adrenaline was pumping and I actually found myself involuntarily clapping! I never do this, but I just couldn't fucking help myself.

I give it five out of five, and would give it more if that wasn't totally unfair to other films.

Now for those of you who don't mind some dialogue spoilage, enjoy this taste of the Basterds:

Brad Pitt (Lt. Aldo Raine): [Drawing a map] Up the road apiece, there's a orchard. Now, besides you, we know there's another kraut patrol fuckin' here somewhere. Now if that patrol were to have any crackshots, that orchard would be a goddamn sniper's delight. Now if you ever want to eat a sauerkraut sandwich again, you gotta show me on this map where they are, you gotta tell me how many there are, and you gotta tell me what kinda artillery they're carrying with 'em.
Nazi: You can't expect me to divulge information that would put German lives in danger?
Brad Pitt: Well Werner, that's where you're wrong, because that's exactly what I expect. I need to know about Germans hiding in them trees, and you need to tell me. And you need to tell me right now. Now take your finger and point out on this map where this party's being held, how many's coming, and what they brought to play with.
Nazi: I respectfully refuse.
Brad Pitt: [a smack is heard offscreen] Here that? That's Sgt. Donny Donowitz. But you might know him better by his nickname. The Bear Jew. Now, if you heard of Aldo the Apache, you gotta have heard of the Bear Jew.
Nazi: I have heard of the Bear Jew.
Brad Pitt: What did you hear about him, Werner?
Nazi: He beats German soldiers with a club
Brad Pitt: He bashes their brains in with a baseball bat is what he does. Now, Werner, I'm gonna ask you one more goddamn time, and if you still "respectfully refuse," I'm callin' the Bear Jew over here, and he's gonna take that big-ole bat of his, and he's gonna beat you to death with it. Now take your wiener schnitzel lickin' finger and point out on this map what I want to know.
Nazi: Fuck you.
[pause]
Nazi: And your Jew dogs!
[the Basterds all laugh]
Brad Pitt: Actually, Werner, we're all tickled to here you say that. Frankly, watchin' Donny beat Nazis to death is is the closest we ever get to goin' to the movies.
[Calling offscreen]
Brad Pitt: DONNY!
Bear Jew: [From offscreen] Yeah?
Brad Pitt: We got a German here who wants to die for his country! Oblige him!