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WHayes' notion that "Inglorious Basterds" is a kind of new or fresh take on the war movies genre and especially on the WWII movies genre is certainly not without its merits. But I think that there are a few very important distinctions to be made here.

If I were asked to give a rough definition for what a film fitting into the "war movie" genre should include, I would say that it must depict soldiers in a wartime situation, and it must show these soldiers in at least one battle. Basterds depicts soldiers of a sort, but they're soldiers in a made-up squad, which operates in a way in which no military squad has been known to operate. And yes, these soldiers are depicted in battle, but these battles relate in no way to what was actually occurring in those times.

As far as Basterds fitting into the narrower "WWII movie" genre, I'm even less convinced. Aside from depicting Nazis in situations which could have actually happened, the film took place in the same era and location as WWII, but that's about all that can be said. No real WWII events were shown or even really discussed. The plot of the film was centered around fictitious characters in made-up situations and eventually led to Hitler meeting a totally fabricated manner.

Thus, I would say that while "Inglorious Basterds" does possess some of the features of the war movie and WWII movie genres, its made-up-ness prevents it from being able to participate in these modes.

WHayes calls this film a "welcome relief" from the over-played WWII movie genre, but I disagree with this assessment. I question whether Basterds fits into either of these genres well enough to assume this relieving role. This film, for me, represents an entirely different, or even entirely new, genre: one which takes a time and place in history as a point of departure for a totally new and unique work of fiction.

I can't decide if Basterds is deliberately pretending to fit into the WWII movie genre, or if it is simply evoking it for sake of differentation, but for me, the fact remains: this film is not the "welcome relief," the next advancement in the genre of WWII films WHayes suggests it is. It instead fits itself into a broader "historical fiction"-type mode, and there's certainly nothing fresh about that either. The film's freshness may instead stem from a hyper-comical imposition of Post Modern values and humor onto a very serious, and indeed somewhat sacred, text that is our culture's memory of World War II.


So thanksgiving threw us all off a beat (I blame the sweet potatoes...delicious, delicious sweet potatoes), but JDub and me are here to set the record straight...by vehemently disagreeing with one another.

JDub, welcome to the world of cinema advertising: its all lies. Of course they chose to distill nearly three hours of intelligent filmmaking into 30 second sips of blah -- they do this, because they think we're all idiots. Why shouldn't they, seeing as how we made Paul Blart: Mall Cop into a blockbuster hit when it should have been taking up space at the bottom of a Walmart $5 sale bin? The longer we keep giving them reason to believe that we're morons who will shell out $7-$14 to see anything, the longer they'll lie and cheat to make their product seem like everything we've been waiting for.

Consider this recent trailer for Avatar:


Notice how all mention of bloody cat-people genocide has been scrubbed from that 1:40 of pure, Nickelodeon-level bliss. The music is so lighthearted and cheery, you'd think you were watching Fern Gully...since you are. The point is, Hollywood has a bottom line to meet, and in the age where premiere-night audiences can eviscerate a shit movie in mere minutes (via Twitter, no less), they have to recoup as much of their investment as possible within the first 24 hours. This translates into getting as many asses in the seats as possible, and if they have to dress the product up as though it were in six different genres at once, so be it. As long as we know they're full of it, we'll be fine.

This week, WHayes and I are reviewing Quentin Tarantino's "Inglourious Basterds." I ended up loving this film--in spite of Brad Pitt's atrocious accent--and I'll even say it might be Tarantino's most palatable creation yet. Normally his films are just a bit too heavy-handed with the blood and guts, but "Inglourious Basterds" balances this with outrageous humor and incredible acting, writing, and cinematic value.

I have found myself bombarded by the enormous marketing budget of this film. Because of how it's trailer pervades TV, the Internet, and theater previews, I feel like I've seen it a hundred times without even trying. Take a look if you're needing a refresher:

http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi3738173977/

To be frank, this preview simply did not make me want to go out of my way to see the movie. The portrayal was simply too slapstick, too violent, and the scenes in it were too clearly out of context to have really been appealing to me. The shorter previews on TV are even worse: boiling a two and a half hour film down to a bunch of shooting, a silly portrayal of Hitler, and Brad Pitt's over-acting.

I guess I should have expected more knowing Tarantino's very serious, artsy auteur persona, but regardless, this film may have been wildly violent and strangely silly, yet these moments were framed in a very, very high quality cinematic production. The casting and acting were incredible, especially Mike Myers' contribution: far less campy than we've come to expect from Mr. Crazy Character Actor.

The point is that the previews for "Inglourious Basterds" turned out to be portraying something very different from the actual movie. Everything about it that would turn me off from wanting to see it was crammed together in the trailers, and everything that I felt made the film so exceptional was ignored. The notion that violently killin' Nazis and silly Hitler alone are enough to attract as large an audience as possible for the film does not compute for me.

Give me a trailer that is a purposefully transparent portrayal of what I can expect from a film, or else you run the risk of attracting too small or too narrow an audience. Let your work speak for itself.

Dear Universal Pictures,

Why?

Love,

JDub

War movies have been, and will always be a method for celebrating humanity's pesky habit of proving itself worth a damn during moments of otherwise pants-shitting horror.



This theme (or even genre-tenant) didn't evolve in a vacuum: surely it has blood-ties back to the novel (hello Tolstoy), and epic poems before that (Gilgamesh, the Odyssey) and is a tenant I largely support. I can't imagine any other way to recount events involving famine, disease, strife and genocide on such a massive scale without anchoring it in some form of silver lining: a glorious battle, a resilient warrior clan, a hero. Without that focus, war movies would be PETA montages for the Faces of Death set.


This brings me to World War II movies. The sub-genre plays by the same rules as its parent category, albeit while working from truncated source material: lets face it. That War, because it was The War, became a sacred text, one teeming with the personal struggles of millions, some celebrated, many unnamed, and all linked by common tragedy. The pool of stories authors and filmmakers can choose from is virtually limitless. Why, then, does Tarantino's Inglourious Basterds feel like such a welcome relief from the culture that brought us hundreds of films on some of those shining moments? Maybe its because in the current age of Band of Brothers, The Pacific, and WWII in HD, the whole "based on a true story gritty realism" thing is getting, frankly, tired?


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