Tuesday, August 25, 2009
We saw Inglourious Basterds on Sunday our last night in San Francisco and I still can't stop thinking about it. I was shaking and jittering in parts of it because of how Quentin works you. Most movies are way too long for me, every single movie I see I always think it could be edited down to about 45 minutes, but this one is kinda long and I didn't mind. That is saying a lot right there. I love you Quentin. (I love you Pumpkin. I love you, Honey Bunny. Any of you fucking pricks move, etc. etc.) Each of his movies I want to see in the theater over and over. These days I won't cause I'm a working mom and have no time, but I want to and I used to. When we saw Death Proof I wrote about that here, I just went back to find it. David was saying how Inglourious Basterds only had six scenes and thinking back I guess it did. I got so sucked in and he builds so much tension and I keep wondering if he'll ever relieve it or leave everyone hanging, he's so good at that. Christophe Waltz played the scariest SS guy and he did this Adam Carolla interview the other day. I'm eating it up, nom nom nom. Still thinking about it.