Enter Quentin Tarantino.
He breaks all the rules and sets a new standard for the acceptable and outrageous. Suddenly you're laughing as Brad Pitt's Bastards cut scalps off hair off dead German soldiers. You have a German SS officer arch nemesis who isn't a bumbling idiot. You have a Jew that tries to exact revenge against the men who killed her family. And you have an arrogant British film critic drafted soldier who appears for a few frames.
Be prepared for dialogue. There's a lot of it. Don't expect to fall asleep. Everything has a point. Everything leads to something else. And without warning...
BOOM!
...another action scene.
I won't call this an A-list movie. It's good, but it's not one of those classic films. It's a hybrid of Frank Miller, Tarantino, and one damn good special effects guy, but it's not Oscar material. Nevertheless, I hope you find it a diverting two and a half hours. Trust me, it goes by quicker than you might think. And you'll be surprised to see who's still standing in the end.
It's a fairy tale that begins once upon a time in Nazi-occupied France.