Avoid Inglorious Basterds by Quentin Tarantino.
It will be 7 hours of your life… er… well, 2 and a half hours of your life that seem like 7… which you will never get back.
Ironically, the person who took me to see the flick and I were discussing walking out of films as we were walking in. Had I been on my own.. okay… I wouldn’t have gone… but humor me. Had I been on my own I would have walked out.
It was so tedious that even the pointless violence became tedious.
Sadly, the most interesting thing was to note what people laughed at.
Just. Say. No.