Once upon a time in Peace Corps-occupied Thailand …

“Once upon a time in Nazi-occupied France …”

I didn’t think I’d be watching movies as a Peace Corps volunteer, but there is a sizable library passed from volunteer to volunteer.  Seeing as volunteers rarely have much of a choice in movie entertainment, we usually don’t care what we’re getting.

Double Jeopardy, The Notebook and Transformers 2?  Yeah, I’ll watch ‘em. 

A few months ago I watched Cloverfield and spent all but the first two minutes cursing how much I didn’t like it.  But I never stopped it.  Why?  I’m stuck in a rural Thailand village – I can’t exactly run up to Walgreens and see what’s in the Redbox.

But there is one movie I was able to get last July I could, and have, watched over and over.  I made my music and books of the year lists, but there will be no list for movies of the year.  There is only one movie: Inglourious Basterds.

When your movie library is less than 20 films, you tend to rewatch your favorites.  Quentin Tarantino’s Inglourious Basterds is perfect for this as every line is quotable.  It’s funny, violent, dramatic and the score is wonderful.

Erin and I do our best to use lines from the film in everyday conversation as much as possible.  When we lose track of what we were going to say, we reply, “For the life of me I can’t remember.  It must not have been important.”

When we want something badly, we say, “And I want my scalps!

Sometimes when we answer the phone we say, “Ah, Landa!

We even like to say “no” like Shosanna.

If you haven’t seen the film, this means nothing to you.  I could apologize, but instead I’ll say: Go watch it.

For the rest of my life, when I think of Inglourious Basterds, I will think of Thailand.  I can abide that.


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