Inglourious Basterds

WWII revenge fantasy about a group of Nazi-hunters led by Pitt. Gets better with each viewing despite all the gore. Both the well-known and unknown actors are excellent in their roles; however, it goes without saying that Waltz easily steals the show as the charming opportunistic sociopath SD Standartenführer Hans "The Jew Hunter" Landa, possibly the greatest character Tarantino has ever written. Lots of subtitles, but that's a good thing as it helps in authenticating an otherwise alternate history; though, admittedly, it does get a little too dialogue-driven (if there's such a thing in a Tarantino picture) during Chapter 4's "Who Am I" Drinking Game—but the movie is otherwise, as Landa would say, "Bravo". The soundtrack—a first of Tarantino's not to feature dialogue— uses a variety of music genres, including spaghetti western soundtrack excerpts and R&B; all of which is a strange but wonderful fit. Easily Tarantino's best since PULP FICTION. The Swastika forehead carvings is one of the coolest Cinema Wounds along with the half-Glasgow smile in PAN'S LABYRINTH.