Inglorious Basterds

Brad Pitt leads a team of American Jew military men behind enemy lines to lead an Apache based guerrilla warfare type Nazi slaughterfest. So why are there only two scenes with Nazi slaughtering? Goddamnit Tarantino.... Brad Pitt was such a bad ass character. You let him carve 2 swastikas into 2 guys heads, and thats about it. You create the Steiglitz character, the rogue SS Gestapo-targeting serial killer and he doesn't do shit except stab a dude in the neck and then die. Damnit man. C'mon. The chick with the movie theater was a sweet back story and good job, she burned it down and killed the high command of the Third Reich but did that really deserve half the movie? The Basterds and her never even directly cross paths. You made two movies and just combined them. Damnit man, you're making me mad. Lieutenant Aldo sooooooo cool with the O' Brother Where Art Thou George Clooney southern drawl and happy go lucky confidence and you sequester him into less than 1/3 of the movie? Jesus man. Just tell us his story from beginning to end, burn down the movie theater in the end and either get rid of the vengeful Jew girl or give her 15 mins to establish her backstory. Why does she need a lover? Why does the main actor need to fall in love with her?

Two movies:

Movie one: Inglorious Basterds

8 Americans go behind enemy lines and mercilessly slaughter Nazis with baseball bats, machine guns, knives, booby traps, and end up sabotaging the der feurer at the movie premier. Boom. Great movie.

Movie two: Jewish Girl's Revenge

The sole survivor of a family slaughtered by the SS, she makes it to Paris and opens a movie theater. By coincidence she catches the fancy of German war hero starring in a new movie. He talks the producer/director into hosting the premier at her movie theater. She crosses paths with the man who murdered her family and she has to earn his favor to her horror. Finally, her and her black lover take the ultimate revenge and burn down the theater with the entire Nazi high command inside watching a masterpiece of propoganda.

So make up your fucking mind next time, Tarantino.