Yesterday, I went to the National Museum of the Pacific War here in Fredericksburg, Texas to see their Norman Rockwell exhibit. This one focused on select Saturday Evening Post covers during the World War II era. Each cover tells a different picture, including chronicling the life of fictitious WWII serviceman Willie Gillis.
Here’s one of my favorites, of a soldier returning home near the end of the war. I’m guessing he lived somewhere in New York City, judging by the diversity of the people…
Amid all the people welcoming him home is a shy, red-headed girl who seems to be very attracted in him. I imagine they eventually fell in love, married and had kids.
I’m not an art expert, but I often find it amazing at how prolific Mr. Rockwell was–especially given that it took around 10 years for Leonardo da Vinci to complete Mona Lisa.
Other pictures I loved included a weary Army cook after cooking and serving Thanksgiving dinner, Gillis’ girlfriend sleeping on New’s Eve (there’s a hilarious story behind that pic–send me an email if you’d like to hear it), a veteran sailor getting his latest girlfriend’s name tattooed on his arm and, of course, Gillis at college hitting the books, in a peaceful environment.
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‘Inglourious Basterds’ is a perfect example of a movie I watched primarily because so many critics dismissed it as trash. They didn’t like the idea of Jewish soldiers getting revenge on Nazis by scalping and other unpleasant methods, and they didn’t like the gore that sometimes is commonplace in Quentin Tarantino films (such as the battle between Beatrix Kiddo and the Crazy 88s in Kill Bill: Volume I).
Of Tarantino’s films, prior to IB I’d seen three: Pulp Fiction (mixed feelings due to the excessive profanity and the non-linear storyline), Jackie Brown (lots of profanity but overall not a bad movie) and Kill Bill Volumes I and II (lots of gore, but great storytelling). I have never seen Reservoir Dogs, considered by many QT fans to be his masterpiece.
I watched IB last night.
Wow. Wow. Wow.
For those unfamiliar with IB: it’s a historical fiction movie set in France in World War II and is a hodgepodge of drama, action, thriller and, as is a trademark of Tarantino films, underlying humor. Brad Pitt, playing the Tennessee-born lieutenant Aldo Raine, recruits a group of Jewish-American soldiers to join his unit, dubbed “Inglourious Basterds”*. Their mission: to kill Nazis (or “Naa-zis”, as Pitt deliciously says in his perhaps caricaturized Tennessee drawl). They are also to scalp Nazis they kill, and those they leave alive they use a knife to carve a swastika into their foreheads.
Their plan is riddled with gratuitous violence (it’s a war movie, for crying out loud!) and not really even sadistic. They are trying to strike fear into an organization of mad men who were ultimately responsible for the murdering of about seven million Jews during the Holocaust. If you think IB is gratuitous or sadistic, go rent Schindler’s List.
In another part of the story, a young Jewish girl named Shoshanna escapes murder at the hands of a Nazi officer, later runs a theater under the pseudonym Emanuelle Mimieux and plots her revenge against the Nazis for murdering her family. The climax is the most explosive one I’ve ever seen as you’re kept on your seat’s edge wondering if it’ll be successful or thwarted at the very last minute. It is very comparable to the bank robbery scene in Heat.
Storyline aside, you know the drill: I tell you what I liked, what I didn’t like and what I thought overall.
What I liked: Among the many things: the storyline, the acting, the plot, the pacing, the climax and the underlying humor. Some of the scenes may seem overly long, but the pacing and suspense are so well done that there’s no problem with them. There are times where a person’s cover is either blown or is in danger of being blown, and you as the viewer find yourself hoping the person realizes it sooner rather than later.
Besides the IB trying to instill fear into the Nazis who are killing their people, there’s also the tense moments when one of the Jewish-American soldiers blows his cover as a German officer, when another one looks about to blow his cover due to his perpetual look of disdain towards an actual German officer and then Shoshanna’s continued attempts to pass herself off as a non-Jewish Frenchwoman. At one point, four years after her family is murdered, she ends up again meeting the officer who’d tried to kill her. He tells her he had something else to tell her but can’t remember what it was. It is very strongly implied that he recognizes her but, with all the killing and hunting of Jews he’s done, can’t quite place her.
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I also enjoyed the climactic scene where Shoshanna burns down her own theater during the premier of a film about a heroic German soldier. In the movie, Adolf Hitler, Joseph Goebbels and Hermann Göring are all at the premier. As the soldier’s film ends, Shoshanna appears on the screen and tells the crowd they will die at the hands of Jewish vengeance. She ends up getting killed, but all three of the top German officials also die.
What I didn’t like: There was profanity in it, and while the movie was not really as gory as some might claim, it’s definitely not for the squeamish. Or for kids.
Historical purists will readily point out that using the theater to kill lots of Germans (not to mention Hitler and his top henchmen) is completely inaccurate. Yeah, I get that. But the movie is historical fiction, and Tarantino never claims these events actually happened. For some, perhaps they pose a “What if?” scenario when wondering why Europe and the world dragged their collective feet and allowed millions to die in the death camps.
I found myself wishing this film wasn’t alternate history. It is indeed too bad that it would take another year for Hitler and Goebbels to die (the movie was set in 1944, and the two died in 1945) and two years for Göring to die. For them all to die at the hands of Jews is poetic justice in its purist form.
Overall, I absolutely loved Inglourious Basterds. A lot. It is, by far, my favorite Tarantino film and is one or two rungs below Heat as one of my favorite films. Enough to where I will someday add it to my DVD collection. For me, it’s an instant classic.
* I’m not exactly sure why Tarantino chose to spell his movie in a way that would make Microsoft Word underline both words in angry jagged lines. Can anyone enlighten me?
Richard Zowie prefers to tell movie fans what he liked and disliked about a film and then to let them decide for themselves whether or not to watch it. Post comments here or e-mail him at email@example.com.
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Visiting movie set encourages this writer to ‘act’
By Richard Zowie
(Published in the June 9, 2010 issue of the Clio, Michigan-based Mt. Morris/Clio Birch Run/Bridgeport Herald)
Back in the 1990-1991 school year, I was a senior at A.C. Jones High School in Beeville, Texas. Needing an extra elective, I chose to take a theater arts class.
After a week, I kept asking myself why I waited until my senior year to take this class.
What fun it was to get up and act out skits, scenes from plays and even minor class productions! In one skit, myself and three other guys played police officers breaking up a drug deal. Then, my friend Francis and I acted out a scene from Neil Simon’s Brighton Beach Memoirs. Then there was the mock news broadcast and, at the end of the year, I even had the privilege of acting in two plays: Dr. Frankenstein’s Space Operation (as Bruce, the wisecracking astronaut) and as the head alien on the planet Meanus, a planet—mistaken for Venus—where nobody ever jokes or smiles. I enjoyed acting immensely and made a note to myself to try to get into it again someday.
I was again reminded of this on June 3 when I went to rural Vienna Township to get pictures of Brothers War Normandy, a movie being filmed there and to talk to the director and cast members. They did take after take from various camera angles, posed in character for movie stills and relaxed and chatted between takes.
It made me think of how I need to rework my free time and see if I can find local productions to become involved in.
No, I have no interest in becoming a multi-million-dollar “A-lister”, and winning an Academy Award doesn’t really interest me. What does interest me is getting on stage and trying to convince the crowd I’m somebody I’m really not. For me, there’s something exciting about getting up on a stage (crowds don’t scare me) and being part of a live story to be told.
Who knows, maybe I could even moonlight as a character actor. Being around 5’8” with coke-bottle glasses and a Karl Malden honker of a nose, I could probably get work whenever a director says, “I want Rick Moranis but I can’t afford Rick Moranis! Get me somebody who LOOKS like Rick Moranis!”
When it comes to acting, I’ve had the privilege over the years of chatting online with a few actors. Among them Adam Vernier (who guest starred on Dharma and Greg and was a finalist to play Danny Torrance in the 1980 Stanley Kubrick horror film The Shining) and Gary Kent (who’s also directed, produced, written screenplays, worked as a stunt man and who has worked with notables like Bruce Willis and Jack Nicholson and James Caan).
Vernier and Kent’s collective advice can be summed up this way:
One: Acting is extremely competitive. If fame and fortune are your motivation for getting into acting, don’t even bother.
Two: Find out where acting classes are being offered in your area (or near your area) and sign up. Study and learn.
Three: Get involved in local productions.
Four: Be very careful when turning down work. If you’re reluctant about a character you play, just remember what acting is at its core: being a “faker” as you pretend to be somebody you aren’t.
Five: Be professional on and off the set. Actors who develop reputations as being difficult to work with will have a tougher time finding work.