That’s pretty much all I can say after reading Quentin Tarantino’s latest screenplay Inglorious Bastards. Grammatical and spelling errors aside, this is hands down one of the best scripts I’ve had the pleasure of reading this year.
I’m a fan of Tarantino’s work, but I am by no means what you would call a “fanboy.” I find some of his work – namely Reservoir Dogs and the Kill Bill saga – to be quite flawed. Then again, I am different from your typical QT fan in that I simply love Jackie Brown and Death Proof above all his other works.
But Inglorious Bastards is genius, and it’s genius not because of snappy dialogue or pop culture references or foot massages or whatever else you want to ascribe Tarantino’s success to. Inglorious is genius because it tells a damn good story. While I won’t reveal any spoilers, I will discuss characters and plot points, so if you don’t want to know more, then don’t read after the jump. Continue reading