Inglourious Basterd Picspam - Chapter Five (Part the first)
Zip folder (uploaded at Megaupload, 275.46MB, features the full-sized, unaltered caps, both those used in the picspam and others that have been left out.)
Note: This one doesn't have a full-on commentary, mainly due to the fact that it has a lot more pictures than the other picspams did (which is also the reason why it has been split into two parts.
Fuck, she really is stunning. I could just sit and stare at these two caps for a thousand years. Speaking of which...
See these tears so blue,
An ageless heart that can never mend.
These tears can never dry,
A judgement made can never bend.
See these eyes so green,
I can stare for a thousand years.
Just be still with me,
You wouldn't believe what I've been through.
You've been so long,
Well it's been so long,
And I've been putting out fire with gasoline.
I had tio mention the use of Bowie. Because David Bowie is God, and the lyrics of this song are fucking perfect for Shosanna's "tooling up" scene, and for her entire story.
...Did I mention it was Bowie?
I can just picture the porn that could have been in their little movie for the Nazis so clearly. It would involve Shosanna'e back against the wall, resting against the rail, while Marcel... anyway, moving on.
They could have even used axes, if that floated their boots, and I really need to move on from this topic. I liked their actual movie, it didn't need porn... no matter how pretty it may have been.
I like the waitresses clothes. *random observation is random*
And so, the most foot fetishistic part of the movie begins...
Needless to say, I also ship the hell out of these two, just because, given upcoming events, it would be all kinds of fucked-up.
The basterd's fail is strong in this one...
...and it just gets even stronger. I do like it though, the failness of their plan just makes it a little bot adorable. And, even though it is a shit idea, and Shosanna's plans for Nazi genocide are made of much less fail, neither plan would have been entirely successful without the other.
Oh, what I would give for her to be standing in my bedroom door, just like that.
Mainly due to the scene in the second cap, my fic Landa has a tendency to place his trench coat (mmm, trench coat... *drools*) on the back of the seat in which his prey is seated. It's little details like that (as well as the fact that Bridget is visibly limping to the office) that are one of the many things that I love about this movie.
Oh, Tarantino... *shakes head*
Landa, you kinky fucker.
Yes, I suppose one could argue that he only strangled her so that no one would hear anything, but I prefer the other explanation.
This little scene says so much about the difference between Landa and Raine. Landa's movements are small and precise, taking his time to find a weakness, and drawing out the moment before he exploits it. Raine, on the other hand, is somewhat less subtle...
One of my favourite details that didn't make it from the screenplay to the movie is that they are drinking Chianti in this scene. Human livers and fava beans or strangulation... same difference.
Landa: Oooh, that's a bingo. Is that how you say it, that's a bingo?
Raine: You just say bingo.
Landa: Bingo, what fun. But I digress...
How could I not include this?
Heh, I've forgotten where we are on the "Eli Roth looking entirely too excited to be in a Tarantino movie" count, so let's just say this is one of those times.
Aw, poor Omar. he looked like he was really getting into Stolz Der Nation (which, having seen the whole thing on the DVD, I don't know why you would. Of course, I may just be disappointed that one of the lines in the movie ("We must destroy that tower.") wasn't what Basterds led me to believe it was ("We must destroy that cow.") Of course, the former line makes more sense, but who needs things to make sense?
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Now, on to the second part.