Updated: 08/25/2009 - Going into “Inglorious Basterds,” I really, truly wanted to like it. I desperately wanted to be wrong about what I had begun to believe about Quentin Tarantino; I love his first two films and was hoping this was the return to form he sorely needed after his dreadful last half of “Grindhouse,” called “Death Proof.” However, his style is just so… bland. His characters do nothing but talk and when they actually get up to do something, I’m already long past the point of caring. He loves his dialogue so much so, that even if it isn’t any good, the characters keep yammering on anyways. Tarantino seems to have no sense of pacing and what could have been a great movie with an hour lopped off and conversations shortened, becomes a bad, boring mess.