Bryan Espitia’s review published on Letterboxd:
Christoph Waltz was born to read Tarantino dialogue.
This was only the second Tarantino film I'd ever seen, way back when. The first? Death Proof. Probably not the best starting point. Regardless, I watched Inglourious Basterds some time after its release, now fully aware of its director, and the heap of praise showered upon it. You'd think a teenager would not be the target audience for a 2.5 hour war film comprised almost entirely of dialogue, 75% of it not even being English. And yet there I sat, captivated by Tarantino's vibrant dialogue, laughing at the ridiculous humor, and sitting on the edge of my seat on more than one occasion. Now, a few years later, I'm proud to say that it sits as my personal favorite film (though Back to the Future is dangerously close, and it couldn't be a more different film). And though I don't watch it all that often, the times when I do are so much more special. Like revisiting an old friend. It's a pretty good feeling.
I will never tire of hearing Aldo Raine try to speak Italian in that accent. That whole scene might be the single funniest thing Tarantino has ever done.