After the school feast day (which was kind of meh) today, mates and I went to see Inglourious Basterds. Very typical obvious Tarantino traits in it, really great film, almost as good as Rexervoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction. However, my enjoyment of the first half of the film was somewhat lowered by a group of young annoying pricks in the row behind us, probably in year 10, the year below us.

They would not shut up and not stop screwing around and I was quite ready to get up and tell them to 'Shut the f*** up or get the f*** out.' But freek said not to worry. While I didn't understand this at the time I realised later, about half way through the film, when they got a little rowdy he told them to 'shut the f*** up'. Thank god the left soon after, little jerks.

Really kick**** film though, filled with the many seemingly pointless little conversations that are regular in Quentin Tarantino films.