Inglorious Basterds was a crazyily entertaining film. It's slow burn-up to things takes some initial patience but you're rewarded with the mounting dread. The audience didn't really know how to take the movie or how to react until the psycho-german-SS-killer's name appeared on screen in a huge title, and from that point on the audience was with the movie.
Christoph Waltz's character is just unbelievable- his performance and character is something impossible to describe and leads to some moments and scenes (like the struzel table conversation with the "milk" line) that are just unfrackingbelievable.
Everything else was fun- from Pitt's crazy hammy accent (especially when he tries to speak italian in it), to Eli Roth's manic craze to the bar scene to the awesome notion of film fighting the Nazis.
I wasn't expecting the...um..alternate reality nature of the film (I expected there to be a title card to come up saying "Chapter 6: What really Happened"), but that makes it so much more satisfying.
I liked Kill Bill better, but this comes close.
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