If you aren't a Tarantino fan, well, you just ain't got yer head screwed on straight. Without divulging too much, "Basterds" was a slipperydisappointment, though if such a movie needed to be made, I reckon that Tarantino was the man for the job. Too much yak yak. Not enough chop chop or clickclick, bang bang. The conclusion attempts a compensation for this, however brief. The filthy Nazis are portrayed - mostly - as limp-wristed lillies witch isfunny at times and occasionally works, but is cinematically inaccurate. We know what they did and we want to hate them on screen, not go, "Oh, no, notTHIS guy again (cue eye-roll)." I never suspected myself of saying this, but Brad Pitt is great in every one of his scenes, though the rest of his creware two-dimensional characters, some of whom we don't really see at all. At almost three hours, it's an Expedition of a film. See a matinee or crossyour legs and wait for Netflix.