Crime-spree magicians, eh? That sounds like an appropriate project for the golden years of one of our favourite actors in the world ever.
Andrei Filipov was once the greatest conductor the Bolshoi Orchestra had ever seen. Thirty years later, deposed and disgraced, he cleans the theatre where he once strove for musical perfection. His ambitions seem forever lost, until one day he stumbles across a message which promise him a last shot at giving the performance of a lifetime…
After the gross exercise in smug self-indulgence that was Kill Bill and the sadly inconsequential tackiness of Death Proof, Quentin Tarantino looks to be back on form in the utterly demented joy that is Inglourious Basterds.
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