The first scene was terrific.
Cristoph Waltz was mesmerising.
I usually like Brad Pitt but he was totally forgettable in this.
I’m not sure whether the scene with Mike Myers impersonating Austin Powers impersonating a British general was awful or brilliant, but I tend towards the latter.
Some scenes went on really, really, REALLY long while achieving virtually nothing.
There is a very fine line between hilarious yet shocking shoot-outs in which everyone kills each other (TM), and just removing all your half-decent characters much too early.
There were times when peculiar looming close-ups would appear for no apparent reason. I wasn’t sure if he was riffing off something and I didn’t know what it was, or if it was just a mess. It certainly seemed a mess. An uncomfortable pile-up of western, war-time melodrama, and modernist ultra-brutal war story.
The trademark Tarantino BIG TITLES, strange cutaways, voice-overed montages, and apparently incongruous sound effects and music did not in this case contribute to the feeling of a coherent and cohesive whole.
There were further glimpses of quality, usually involving Cristoph Waltz.
But mostly it was a self-indulgent shambles.