Last night I enjoyed viewing Inglorious Basterds with friends.
Here they are in battle for shotgun.
Rebecca threw the finger rock that was still eaten by paper.
The battle was fierce.
In the end Josh was victorious.
Watching the latest Tarantino masterpiece certainly was a grand experience. I find that Inglorious Basterds exhibits Tarantino's gift for displaying horrible beauty. No better story than Nazi occupied France and no better lead than Brad Pitt. The glimpse into this era via film reminds me that even today humanity possesses quite a beast. Consciousness of existence is not shared by all. Yet, there is beauty in all that there is. Mere existence, whether peacful or destructive, is beautiful.
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