Inglorious Basterds is about one thing, and one thing only: Killin' Nazis.

Story: 8/10
Acting: 9/10
Comedy: 9/10
Ending: 10/10
Historical Accuracy: 0/10
Bad-assery: 8/10
OVERALL: 9/10

Quentin Tarantino decided to flip the turbo switch on the swag machine one more time. Inglorious Basterds was an epic success, and I hope Quentin and Brad Pitt work together again soon. The movie follows a fucked-up version of WWII (Details would ruin the plot), and carries Tarantino's usual style. The movie sticks to his tried-and-true formula of intense violence, long talks, and comedic scenes. This movie brings the heat of Pulp Fiction and Reservoir Dogs, and combines it with a setting we're all too familiar with. Tarantino reinvents history, injects his own ideas, and lets the actors take their characters to extremes. All around its another Tarantino masterpiece that rivals his already established works.

FINAL WORD: Dear Quentin Tarantino, please don't make it look your movies will be 2.5 hours of pure Nazi killing, when it turns out that the Basterds are only shown killing around 15-20 Nazis in said 2.5 hours, with the remainder of the time being spent on you giving a reach around to yourself and how much you like films. Thank you, that is all.