Terrible film. How the hell it got made, I'll never know.
Pointless, devoid of charm and utterly schizophrenic. It didn't know if it wanted to be farce, parody, thriller or art flick.
I usually like Tarantino's quirky scripts, because they always go somewhere. They have an ending, a conclusion that you didn't see coming or a twist that, clever or not, is usually pretty entertaining.
Inglorious Basterds didn't and wasn't.
It's unfulfilling mess that is in no way worthy of your time.
Avoid or wait for the DVD so you can watch the thing at double speed, thus halving your inevitable suffering....