With no other recent film has it been this important to stress that these InstaReviews are exercises in gauging a particular kind of reaction.
There's no way I can get my head around a work like Inglourious Basterds sixty seconds after walking out of the screening room. And my somewhat dazed video is its own proof of that.
I don't really know what I'll ultimately think of Inglourious Basterds. I need time. I know enough to know it deserves that. There are a hundred other things I want to say about it, so this is by no means the final word. But it is how I felt just after the closing credits rolled.
I go easy on the spoilers, but I repeat the last line of the flick. It's a good one. If you don't want that spoiled, don't watch.
