I'm still reeling from the shock that Inglourious Basterds received eight Oscar nominations, only one less than Avatar. I've already blogged about Inglourious Basterds on my own website and won't stretch your patience by repeating all the same points here. I can understand Christoph Waltz getting a Best Supporting Actor nod, but to nominate Inglourious Basterds for a Best Original Screenplay Oscar is utterly incomprehensible. It isn't a screenplay, so much as a collection of stylistic tics in search of a story. Tarantino can't even write a good scene any more, let alone an entire movie. Virtually every scene in the film is at least twice as long as it needs to be and sitting through it's 153 minute running time is a hair-pulling, teeth-grinding ordeal. (To read more, click here.)
