Everything you love and hate about Quentin Tarantino films finds a home in his cartoon Nazi thriller Inglourious Basterds: the colorful prattle, the insistent thrills, the horrifying violence, and the long, boring conversations you're manipulated into paying close attention to because at any moment somebody might blow somebody's face off. Most interesting is how the film beckons to the pulpy auteur's detractors: If anything is likely to lure those repulsed by the violence of Reservoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction, Kill Bill, and Death Proof into an even fleeting hunger for blood, it's the possibility of watching Hitler and his minions get theirs. (See Movie Times: thestranger.com/film.)