God, we worked like 14 thousand hours today. We’re too fried for much, but Jeffrey Wells’ pretty scathing review of the original “Inglorious Bastards” by Enzo G. Castellari in 1978 makes our similarly dismissive review feel all the more validated.
We really couldn’t stand it; it was a cheap, bad B-movie without almost any redeeming value. We called it a typical unwanted step child of forgotten cinema that only someone like Quentin Tarantino – a patron saint of unforgettable trash cinema could love, but most reviews out there are pretty favorable. Wells, broke it down like he always does and reminded us we shoulda pulled off the kid gloves all the more.
“In less than 90 seconds I was faced with the inescapable fact that Quentin Tarantino’s affection for ’60s and ’70s exploitation fare is essentially a con as far as people with actual taste in movies is concerned, and that ‘The Inglorious Bastards’ was and is a waste of time, celluloid and general expenditure.”
We couldn’t have said it better (though we did basically say as much).
Gee, that’s a shocker. A bad Enzo Castilerri movie. I respect Tarantino, but his taste in 70s exploitation needs help.