9: It's much easier to appreciate this one if you look at it as a surreal dreamy sort of thing instead of an actual coherent narrative. If you even slightly scratch the surface of the plot, you'll fall in one of the many holes, but I don't think plot is the point. It's very much a part of the Lucas-Spielberg Style-Over-Substance school of storytelling, with an emphasis on "telling" rather than "story", but it meanders a hell of a lot less than those two guys tend to do. No, it never settles down to satisfactorily explain much of anything, but on the other hand that keeps it lean and tightly-paced. And it's pretty friggin' gorgeous.
Extract: Not great, not terrible; a middling Mike Judge movie with a good cast. Also an argument for my longstanding belief that Ben Affleck is great in supporting roles (I just hate him as a leading man).
Inglourious Basterds: Okay, so Tarantino's a genius. I love the idea of a propaganda film about propaganda films, and the execution is even better than the high concept. It's got all the Tarantino hallmarks: laughs, gore, postmodernism, and a great cast; Brad Pitt and Christoph Waltz both put in fantastic performances. Worth watching; worth owning.