87 degrees

Inglorious basterds.

I don't quite get why they misspelled bastards.Perhaps it was because of the semi-cheap looking cinematography (which, according to Wiki is called "spaghetti western", but was a perfect for the whole concept) and Italian-English accent and quite idiosyncratic behaviors, which was the group job nevertheless. I had quite a time watching Eli Roth sporting a formal spiffy suit and bashing some German craniums, aside from the usual Brad-Pitt-looks-so-damn-hot-in-a-uniform comment. As absurd as it may sound, part of the show could even be rendered disgustingly comical by a few free-minded spirits.

Striking scenes involved, with a major take probably hoped for by the Nazi oppressed, as to watching The Führer himself take a load of bullets from Roth. A story of revenge, violence, betrayal, loyalty, and a lot of sick funnies, the viewer is to expect a lot of gruesome with only the slightest hesitation of concealing a lot of incarnadine scenery (complete with brain exposure).

Dear coconut I wish they'd turn down the ac inside. I was shivering before half the movie was over. Thankfully it's a warm day outside and I get to spend the next hour basking in the perfect weather of 87 in some nearby park enjoying a lovely book.

And oh yes, I shall one day order something and use the German-three. :)