Sunday, August 23rd 2009 was a good day. I started the morning off by making some breakfast and coffee and then heading down to the farmer’s market in Hollywood (one of my FAVE things to do….I’m kind of a vegetable dork). Still kind of hurting from the intense (but AMAZING chili http://bit.ly/4k9nK9) we decided to go see Inglorious Basterds. I hadn’t really paid attention, but I should have known…the movie was 2 and a half HOURS long. When I first found out as I was sitting inside the theater, I thought “OK, prepare to be bored to death” but then the movie started. I was engaged all the way through. There was never a point (expect maybe the extended bar scene) where I felt like it could have been paced faster. The story was a combination of stories….as every Tarantino film is. I could go on like nearly every other reviewer (ahem Ann Hornday http://bit.ly/2rFpPL) and just about every other major reviewer. Duh Tarantino is practically a movie historian. He’s like a DJ of old movies, playing them all together to make one more comprehensive art form. I applaud his style, knowledge and knack for senseless graphic violence. I certainly enjoyed it even though I still quiver at the thought of having a swastika carved into my forehead with a large knife (shown several times…ick).