Quentin Tarantino is an inglorious bastard. He doesn't deny it, his films don't deny it, it's simply the kind of person he is. But damn, can he make a movie. This week we review his most recent piece of pulp fiction, a Spaghetti Western that takes place once upon a time in Nazi occupied France, Inglourious Basterds. But just because I said he can make a movie, that doesn't mean I'm saying I liked it. Or did I?
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