i don't understand how to spell this movie title.

alyson and i saw inglourious basterds last night. even though it broke my "no movies with nazis" rule.

some thoughts:

1. brad pitt is adorable in this. a. dorable. i'm not normally the kind of girl who oohs and ahhs over brad pitt. but i just wanted to give him a big hug. pinch his nose. and ask him to say "nazis" over and over again. i would like to keep him as some kind of pet.

2. i had read reviews of the movie before i saw it. i knew how the film ended. but i still sat there thinking, "this can't possibly work out. you CAN'T change history. this will fail." i was in such distress the entire time.

3. not my favorite quentin tarantino. i still love reservoir dogs and pulp fiction the best. heck, i think nothing would make me happier than to curl up on the couch with ana. lots of junk food. and watch pulp fiction with her one more time.

4. also, i think alyson was proud of the fact that i managed to not cry once during the movie. i, embarrassingly enough, have cried at every other movie we've ever seen together. let's please not talk about the slumdog millionaire debacle. or how much she laughed at me during benjamin button.*

*please note: i do not actually have to like a movie in order to cry while watching it. all i need is someone to die, fall in love, breakup, be socially awkward, or have best friends fight and then make up. anything with orphans or social injustice, watch out. i will be crying so hard that there will be noises made.