We finished Inglorious Basterds last night. I think the praise for it was too much so. I was fine with the liberties he took with history. I was more confused by the sudden change in the style of the movie in the last 30 minutes or so. It went from a pretty good period piece to a … Tarantino flick. Suddenly 70's jive and 80's Bowie music was just thrown in. I know that's his style, but it made no sense, wasn't consistent with the rest of the movie, and stuck out as him just putting it in there because that's what he does. Plus, the villainous Jew Hunter character changed, went from a complex and very intimidating persona, his tool for building tension in the first 2/3 of the movie, to a comical, shallow, not very believable one at the end. The part about him mixing metaphors and looking stupid in front of Pitt's character just didn't fit. Tarantino needs to either pack it in or get his head out of his ass.