Having just sat through four or so glorious hours of Uma Thurman kicking some serious ass in a Quentin Tarantino splatterfest, the following intrigues me:
That said, it's what happens just after the quick edits in the trailer that makes me potentially squeamish. I mean this IS the guy who sliced open some brains and popped some eyeballs for us this evening.
I can only imagine what he'll have his Inglourious Basterds do to some Nazi scum...
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