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The Curious Case of Hugo Stiglitz: Points of Reference in Inglourious Basterds

Here we have Round 1 in our Guest Writers Series at the ConFluence-Film Blog. Our first guest writer, Sunrise Tippeconnie, is a filmmaker and writer currently living in Oklahoma City who dabbles in film criticism and history. You can read more of his work in Sooner Cinema: Oklahoma Goes to the Movies and on The Candler Blog. To view Sunrise's original response to Inglourious Basterds, click here.


With the release of Inglourious Basterds for home viewing, I’ve culminated some suggested cinematic links to aid any Basterds study, and allow the film’s conversation to continue, and allow for a means of navigating some of the referenced materials.

While discussion about Basterds often results in it’s definition as a “war movie,” we must be specific, and just as Tarantino observers are quick to correct with definition of the film’s concept as propaganda analysis as well as a lover letter to “grindhouse” grade war-fare, we should be specific about what issues of these types of cinema are being discussed. While most war films about a squadron have a tendency to place the concept of manhood during war beneath the microscope, Basterds does not.

Robert Aldrich’s The Dirty Dozen (1967) is very clearly referenced through the initial framings in which we begin to learn about the assumed title roles, the men under watch by Lt. Aldo Reine. While this implies a connection to Aldrich’s film, what normally follows reference is thematic homage. This is where Tarantino severs the tie and we do not come to understand how these men develop a camaraderie, a code of honor among themselves, nor do we see them grow beyond their social status as “bottom of the barrel” expendables like The Dirty Dozen. While the initial response to these omissions is runtime and viewer completion, these elements are quite important in understanding the film’s satiric nature and would introduce problematic identification with these men, one that could destroy the film’s ending effect and film’s final messages.

As important as the development is of these themes, their removal allows for a better understanding of propaganda’s ability to instill pride and inspiration. Without such identification, these men appear ruthless and slightly unjustified. The introduction of “The Bear Jew” opens an opportunity for violence to be inflicted upon a Nazi soldier. This sequence also omits, and in this case it omits any context for the violence. There is no back-story given about the Nazi party, the war in Europe, nor the background histories of Raine and his collected rag-tag group of misfit soldiers. Just as audience completion requires the accessing of Aldrich’s film to understand these men might have learned to work as a group, learned the necessary war-survival skills and can be successful in their collected attempts, the film also assumes the audience will access their knowledge of history to complete the context of this violence. This is where the strength of the film’s narrative allows for the satire to plant its seed. While the violence in this section of the film feels justified, because of the Nazi agenda and tactics during the war, the mistake in assumption is what allows the satire to grow without notice until the final reel of the film. The justification for the violence comes from a specific assumption that these men have learned to develop camaraderie and honor instead of blind patriotism, which is perhaps something that we have missed between the scenes –and in omitting such moments allows for the film to play out a hidden narrative, one in which the men do not learn a value of life, nor question the meaning of war, thus becoming merciless vigilantes bent on winning in the name of patriotism. This ultimately becomes what feels like maniacal terrorism, the frightening reality of the film’s final moments of violent outburst. This is what makes Tarantino’s film diverge from most films in the war genre: without the compassion towards life on either side of the war zone there is no hope in cinema and thus such works are Tarantino-ized as propaganda.



It is important to look at the final moments of Aldrich’s film, which allows for this moment to come quite successfully when Jim Brown falls from Nazi bullets. At this moment the disheartened survivors see the fall of a man, who at the start of the film would have been seen as a less than a man because of his color. What is most incredible about this moment is twofold in the compassion for the death a fellow man as well as their ability to see beyond the limits of their racism. While this moment does not erase the possibility for future racist tendencies for these characters, and thus not suggestive of a solution to such tensions, what is important is the ability for these characters to put aside prejudices to mourn for the fatality and mortality of humanity.

What seems like a conscious response to this moment results in the fascinating introduction of “Hugo Stiglitz”. Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz serves as a means to understand the vigilante wrath of a propagandized hero; he is the only Jewish solider to look like an action hero, while others in the squadron look scrawny, disheveled, and un-muscled. Sgt. Stiglitz is further presented as an extreme assassin who’s Nazi SS officer death count is unrivaled, and Tarantino ignites an adrenaline rush through a flashback sequence that depicts intense infliction of violence upon Nazi officers while we hear the theme from Jack Starrett’s Slaughter (1972). The audience is again asked to access their own knowledge of both history and cinema via the Brechtian device of a Samuel L. Jackson voice over. While accessed history implies associations of World War II, it is most important to acknowledge contemporary associations of the recent Iraqi War and the violence of Iraqi ground forces and prisoners held within Guantanamo Bay. Cinema associations recall Jim Brown, and thus a connection is made between an action hero and the real horrors of violence in the name of patriotism. This connection suggests the actions of characters portrayed by Jim Brown are just as heroic, and perhaps justified at this point within the context of Basterd’s narrative since the satiric nature of the film has yet to completely unspool. Looking at this point closer, Jim Brown’s cinematic nature is not just implied by Slaughter and The Dirty Dozen, but through another musical reference of Dark of the Sun (1969), and further implicit connections to Pacific Inferno (1979).

All of these films contain Jim Brown as heroic protagonist that utilizes violence to overwhelm an oppressive force, justified by the sides of war. While these films reinforce the issue of humanity as the true victim of war, and those that find a bond beyond the confines of political allies are those that truly learn from the atrocities depicted on screen. Clyde Peterson, in Pacific Inferno, throws the final switch that explodes the Japanese prison camp, yet the film attempts to humanize his actions through the relationship he develops with one of the camp leaders who is indebted to Clyde for saving his life. The honor of code and a reverence for life allow Clyde (and thus, the audience) to define the elements that are in opposition of these humanistic concepts allowing justification for the violent end of the Japanese soldiers as part of the prison camp. While these seems acceptable, it is only so because of the propagandistic nature of the narrative elements, as Tarantino ultimately delivers. While experiencing such heroic tales with Jim Brown, the ultimate question is whether these violent responses are appropriate.



As Basterds comes to its close, non-historical events take precedent and allows for the accessing of history to halt with a sudden error, meanwhile the accessing of cinema remains un-severed. This disconnect springs a sudden question of legitimacy. While cinema history serves the moment as possible, world history states the moment is fictive, unbelievable, and absurd. These audience threads don’t simply separate, they open the door wide for a sudden reassessment of one’s allegiance to American cinema history in its entirety: have we been lied to? Why would the actions of Jim Brown’s characters be dishonorable since his position against such oppressive forces is justified. While Slaughter’s anger (as well as Clyde Peterson’s) is justified by racism, oppression, and exploitation, the means of his violent reparations and retaliations are what is questioned.

What makes this moment of Hugo Stiglitz more complex is the nature of this character’s name, which is a direct association with a caucasian, Mexican actor of the same name. While Stiglitz is associated with the “grindhouse” aesthetic with which Tarantino has made his name, the context of his cannot be overlooked in comparison to the referenced Jim Brown roles.

Within the range of Stiglitz’s work, a good consistency of roles portray a confident, imposing character that takes charge and gets things done, often resulting in the kind of antagonist strong enough for a climactic battle. The work that Basterds seems to reference most strongly is Counterforce (1988), in which Stiglitz portrays a world-class assassin that races an American counter-terrorist squadron to a targeted Middle Eastern leader. Stiglitz is constantly out maneuvering the team with disguises, weaponry, and most notably through a surprise attack upon a theater audience during the leader’s address.

With such an antagonistic character actor serving as reference through the name for a Jewish war hero, the resulting conflict between Jim Jones and Hugo Stiglitz implies more than just race or audience identification. What results is a complicated identity that implies the real nature of a war hero: one side is an honorable man that fights against the injustice of oppressive forces and ideals, while the other side in a dishonorable man that will do whatever is necessary to stay atop of his game, and eliminate all others in the way. While Basterds eliminates the Stiglitz character after a game of deception, the violent tactics of Counterforce’s surprise attack remains. Humanity becomes a casualty that cannot survive such moments of deception within the games of war, and any character that holds the possibility of the human integrity of Jim Brown’s Clyde Peterson will not see the sight of the third act, which would imply that all those alive at the end of the film are in fact the Basterds of the film’s title. What remains is a request for audience identification removal from cinematic material that requests joyous participation in violence as an acceptable means for accomplishment. Even if American Aldo Raine obtains the upper hand in the end, the reality of this situation completes the absurdity of the actual political nature of America’s contemporary international relationships, allowing Tarantino to strongly suggest a change in allegiance to vengeance over patriotism.

A final thought, before anyone comes to the conclusion that Jim Brown is a good guy, Hugo Stiglitz is a bad guy, and therefore a racial divide occurs between “good” and “evil,” this critical analysis of the “suppressed” taking vengeance upon their “oppressors” is further paralleled by Aldo Raine’s brief comment about his moonshine exploits that mirror the plot of Burt Reynold’s Gator in White Lighting (which is also musically referenced). Although Raine’s back-story implies an empathy with Jim Brown’s Slaughter, he is not capable of completely understanding the racial tensions because of his privilege as a Caucasian male during the fifties. Raine’s own name is similar to character Aldo Ray, who played a rough mixture of Brown and Stiglitz character descriptions. The reference that serves best here is Raoul Walsh’s The Naked and the Dead (1958). In this film, Aldo Ray plays tough Sgt. Sam Croft who heads a Pacific reconnaissance squadron behind enemy lines when his tactics of leadership are questioned by his men. The film deconstructs the morality and integrity of war’s catch-22 nature, where successful leadership takes no prisoners, disregards individual humanity, and often appears murderous as a means to save lives. Failure to comply with Sgt. Croft’s hard edged and crazy rules results in what feels like negligence with life. The Naked and the Dead treads a really thin line between moral decency and reckless murder when conveying that war sometimes necessitates a clear line of division between sides for survival. When placed within the context of Tarantino’s Raine, the development of the character excludes such dichotomies that are more likely developed within the parallel character in The Dirty Dozen. This exclusion implies that Raine lacks the internal moral responsibility of Croft while maintaining the murderous exterior, which allows for the most two-dimensional character of the major cast. This vapid character further perpetuates the myth of the American hero so that there is a point for comparative analysis with Jewish war hero Hugo Stiglitz. Without such a comparison point there is no way to understand the complicated satire implied through character actions and intentions when the film’s violence comes to full climax, otherwise belief within the actions of these heroes would be misrepresented as appropriate.


Epilogue

Two more films that serve as subtle reference points for comparison films for further dialog on the themes of race, violence, and the war genre: Lee Frost’s The Scavengers (1969) and Umberto Lenzi’s Desert Commandos (1967). Also a strong satire, Frost’s film follows a troop of Confederate soldiers that continue the war against the North after the Civil War has ended, and their maniacal leader holds nothing back when he retaliates against supposedly freed slaves. Lenzi, whose film Bridge to Hell (1986) also serves as a visual reference for Basterd’s violence, helms Desert Commandos’s similar plot with a clever approach towards breaking down audience identification without satire nor irony, and yet remains just as strong as Basterd’s analysis and critique.

A Victimless, Victimless World: Reconsidering Revisionist History Lessons and Populist Fantasy with Quentin Tarantino’s Inglourious Basterds

Hello, readers. It has certainly been a long while since I've posted anything of volume or real substance...months in fact. I have had a very busy summer. However, the ConFluence blog is back with a vengeance and I am going to re-launch it with thoughts pertaining to one of the (sadly) only three films I've seen this summer in a theater, and the only one of the three which is a new release.

Needless to say, Quentin Tarantino is a fascinating pop-culture case in that, as a personality, he stands just as well-known and in-the-limelight as his films stand, popular as they are. No other film director today curries such favor with the public eye and for this reason among others, very little effort has been needed or required to follow his evolution as one of America's most beloved artists. I may not be the biggest Tarantino fan in the world – in point of fact, I have often harbored a genuine disdain for the flamboyantly pedantic auteur as a writer-director and have listed him on this blog as one of my “most disliked filmmakers” – but it is extremely difficult to dismiss him totally as not to admire the three things that have often served in rendering the style of his work distinguishable and singular to him as a filmmaker: gumption, chutzpah and moxie, the latter two Yiddish terms never more appropriate than now, vis a vis his latest Inglourious Basterds which ostensibly concerns itself with a group of “Apache basterds” [sic, however obvious that denotation is by now] or, to be specific, Jewish-American soldiers who pledge to scalp one hundred Nazi soldiers before the end of the war. The film ultimately unfolds to finally emerge as one of the boldest ventures into cinematic revisionist history “lessons” (read “populist fantasies”). Victimization as a theme is pervasive throughout, operating within a traditional (but ultimately untraditional) "good guys vs. bad guys" dramatic dynamic.















Village Voice writer Ella Taylor opened her recent interview of Quentin Tarantino, "Mr. Blood Red, Volume 2: Quentin's Final Solution," with the remembrance of an earlier interview she had conducted with him in 1992. In it, she challenged the filmmaker for the "casual violence" in his film Reservoir Dogs which had just scored in a big way at Sundance. Tarantino replied then by saying that violence was one of cinema's key aesthetics and that, following in the footsteps of other American auteur directors, he has every right to use that aesthetic. How appropriate, then, that it seems every major film-writer seems intent, in different degrees, on exploring implicit bits of atonement for his own "reckless" but trademark penchant for often exaggerated violence in the six feature films he has thus far written and directed. She is fair enough to mention that for all of the bang-bang, there is just as much (if not more) talk-talk. For those who have seen Tarantino's recent film Inglourious Basterds, this becomes all too clear in a scene towards the film's end involving a character watching a violent, propagandistic war-picture in a theater with an enthusiastic audience whose feverish zeal feeds all too frighteningly off of the onscreen bloodshed -- yet Tarantino, at this point, takes certain great pains in making us observe and feel the weight of one of his characters exiting the theater as a result of the simulated movie violence being all too real to him (or maybe perhaps not real enough, hence escapist and without conscience). Could it be reasonable to equate this character's bold dissenting action with the director's own ambivalent but still perceptible (and newly emergent) psychogical climate concerning violence in cinema? Yes and no. Yes, in that we are made aware at other points in the film of a filmmaker newly cognizant of his own perhaps insidious desire to foster ra-ra-ra reactions to violence in his work, and no in that Tarantino gets the last laugh in the final scene, as if to say, "This is still who I am, take me or leave me" (even with the line "This could be my masterpiece" uttered no less). And leave it to Tarantino to posit his cinematic atonement via a story of no-holds-barred revisionist history. In Tarantino's films up until this latest work, victimization has never been a theme even remotely on his radar. Characters came and went with the will of a finger on a pistol. These were worlds without victims, or at least people who could explicitly be called victims within the context of the broader narrative. I think of Chazz Palminteri's line in Woody Allen's Bullets Over Broadway, "I never bumped off someone who didn't deserve it." We are expected as an audience to cheer their deaths, most of the time, because they were deserving of it when looking at the broader narrative strokes. These "victims who aren't victims" functioned to advance the story of a filmmaker with a devil may care attitude towards casually bumping off his characters to progress his plot, and never did we get a chance to truly feel sorry for anyone on display. "Here today, gone tomorrow...who's to care?" We as an audience were never able to consider a character's mortality following his/her murder in one of the filmmaker's previous films. It was all within the context of a larger plot, pace and a sense of moving a story forward. Now, it seems, Tarantino has let the idea of victimization enter into one of his pictures.

Starting my analysis of the question at hand on a personal basis, how do I regard the film considering the fact that I myself am a Jew? To address this, I will mention that the New York theater in which I saw the film was filled with kippot (yarmulkes) and there was actually applause at the final fade-out. Did I feel vindicated in witnessing an alternative movie reality in which the Jewish characters got the last word, for once, against their Nazi oppressors? Again, it comes back to this question of how Tarantino handles his first examination of victimization, and the dialectic between victim and victimizer. Jews have always traditionally been the victims in World War II films. From Montgomery Clift's tormented Jewish soldier in Dmytryk's The Young Lions (1958) to the legion of Hollywood Holocaust (read: Hollycaust) dramas, and even back to the Nazi propaganda films when seen in retrospect. What happens when victim becomes the victimizer? Take for instance the two Jewish "basterds" opening fire on a crowd of unarmed movie-theater patrons in the film's last act. What does this imply? The filmmaker very clearly expects us to think about the implications in the images at this part of the film. It is beyond the point of even weighing the crimes of the victims against the crimes of the victimizers. First off, I greatly enjoyed the film as entertainment and had a real blast which is more than I can say about most any other of Tarantino’s films. It is perhaps the first time I didn’t feel like yelling at the screen, as I felt like often in Death Proof and Kill Bill (I dislike his often ornamental, self-congratulatory dialogue and non-stop references, which are vexing to me not because I cannot catch them but because I catch them too much and it irrevocably clouds his objectives), and Brad Pitt has never entertained me more than in this film. Nevertheless, I still cannot fully turn my back to the harsh realities that exist beneath the confectionary fictions. Despite this, and to reiterate, the revisionist history is not in vain as we are forced to thoroughly consider victims and the theme of victimization, and this cannot be fully explored without this revisionist history.













To explore these ideas in specificity, I am going to cite a few sequences as examples. One of the opening scenes features Nazis machine-gunning a Jewish family in hiding. Going back to Palminteri's quote in the Woody Allen film, this is among the first of those who, in Tarantino's eyes and in one of his films, do not deserve the bump-off they get. Granted, it thickens the plot ultimately, but we are forced to consider this later in the context of what comes in between. At the time, nothing is in context and we are forced to be subjected to cold-blooded, immoral murder. We also have a telling scene featuring a young Nazi officer who has a newborn son. In a rather unorthodox Mexican standoff (the most askew example of one throughout Tarantino's trademark use of them), we are made to consider the German officers humanity amidst his pleas that his son has just been born and, in spite of his loyalties, he like any other just wishes to return home to the safety of his family. He is killed anyway, and we as an audience almost feel a sense of guilt that he is. This trend in "the new guilt" reaches its apex when Tarantino has one of his characters walk out of the violent film-within-the-film, because to him (the unclear pronoun here is intention), the cheered violence has reached a point of perversion, and he as an audience-member (and filmmaker respectively) is simultenously the victim and the cause of that perversion.

This serves in rendering Tarantino's perception of propaganda as well. Goebbels is hilariously portrayed as a temperamental auteur who is touched to the point of tears at the Fuhrer's approval of his latest propaganda war-film masterpiece "Nation's Pride," the aforementioned film-within-the-film.

I read a great deal about the film before seeing it, and most of the writings I examined broached the question of the ethics of such a venture, and if a film like this borders on social irresponsibility. J. Hoberman, in the opening paragraph of his Village Voice review calls the film “rich in fantasy and blithely amoral.” This question of social irresponsibility may seem silly considering that a filmmaker as dynamically stylized as Tarantino does not concern himself with weighing himself down with ethics or even the faintest fidelity to historical fact while making a film like this. Nonetheless, I feel the question is one worth fielding. Is Inglourious Basterds an effrontery to the history it allegedly covers and the ramifications of that history? In my opinion, no...for all the reasons listed above. In addition, could it be deemed acceptable if, presupposing a filmmaker’s responsibility for fidelity to truth, a director’s “moral compass” became joyously demagnetized to successfully yield total escapist entertainment? It is fair to mention here that, in interviews, Tarantino has acknowledged this as a “personal” film. I am inclined as his audience to concur.













It is rare that I engage in specialized movie reviews on this blog, particularly of new releases, and when I choose to do so, the reason would always be to address broader subjects concerning film and filmmaking as opposed to subjectively dissecting something for the sake of simply recording my impressions of a movie. This is indeed such a case of addressing a larger issue. Concerning chutzpah and moxie, Tarantino perhaps is the only working filmmaker on the face of the Earth who has the guts to visually and dramatically juxtapose the arrival of the Nazis in an opening scene to the legendary, ill-fated entrance of a villainous Henry Fonda in Once Upon a Time in the West and/or the similarly ill-fated entrance of Lee Van Cleef in The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (complete with the coy opening chapter title “Once Upon a Time…in Nazi-Occupied France”). It doesn’t stop just there. He employs all varieties of spaghetti western aesthetics throughout the film, from its Morricone-quoting score (often from the composer’s most obscure soundtracks) to its action choreography right down to its command of the Scope frame (and never before has Tarantino used the 2.35 aspect ratio so effectively as he does in this film). He also clearly takes great pride in his little touches (e.g. the use of the old late 60’s/early 70’s Universal Pictures logo, his casting of Rod Taylor as a taciturn Winston Churchill against comedian-actor Mike Myers).















Is it fair to call Inglourious Basterds Tarantino's most mature film, then? I cannot say it's unfair, and I think he may even feel that himself. I also think this is what is behind a great deal of the dissent the movie faced upon its premiere at Cannes. No one is used to this kind of Tarantino, a slightly more inward, sensitive version of his earlier self...and for once, a director dealing in victimization in his trademark use of violence. This film can be likened to Peckinpah's Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid in that we have a director known for the violent worlds he renders on film and, for the first time, we see the sensitivity of Peckinpah in relation to his characters, even compounding his treatment of the "old cowboys" in The Wild Bunch. Tarantino may have landed on a new planet, away from his victimless, victimless world, and he might be drawn towards affecting his audiences in different ways.