Inglorious Basterds Trailer Hubbub

Quentin Tarantino’s latest opus’ (Inglorious Basterds) trailer is supposed to go live tonight and people are searching the net already for it. And I can truthfully say that this Inglorious Basterds trailer nonsense is making my head hurt.  The first reason being the intentional misspelling of the title.

Now let me say I was once a HUGE fan of Tarantino, and am not one of those fellows who complains just because he’s popular and well liked. When I was a kid (well, teenager) we raced to the theatre Christmas day to see Four Rooms because there was a Tarantino scene. Later my dad told me how that scene was an old Twilight Zone episode, but we’re not going to talk about how Tarantino steals all his material (if you think I’m lying, look up something called “Who Are You Kidding”), we’re talking about the Inglorious Basterds trailer.

I read the Inglorious Basterds script a while back and let me tell you now: It’s horrible. Absolutely. If I could have the hours back that I read it, I would. Gladly. I’d even pay for the privilege. And while I’ve known Tarantino is a phonetic speller for years, he did misspell Boston as “Bostin” throughout, and really there’s no excuse for that (though it does explain the film's title). And I won’t even get into the anachronism about how the German captain asks someone if she’s been “kicking ass” for her country. I have better things to do with my time.

Like beg everyone not to go looking for the Inglorious Basterds trailer. If you watch the drivel Tarantino’s been putting out, you only encourage him to put out more. If we demand more from the man, we might get another gem like Pulp Fiction. But if we keep watching the one long B-movie Tarantino’s been making since Pulp Fiction, he’s just keep reigning down more cultural crap upon us. And I for one, cannot take any more psychic damage.

So, for the love of God, don’t watch the Inglorious Basterds Trailer tonight. Instead, do something of worth like read a book, write a poem, or put your hand down a running garbage disposal. Any of those three activities will leave you better off than if you watch this film.

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