No cuts for Basterds

Quentin Tarantino cutting INGLORIOUS BASTERDS for American theaters? “No fucking way!,” says Harvey Weinstein. One half of the Weinsteins behind the film’s US distributor told GQ that the stories of 40-minutes being cut from BASTERDS are “all untrue” and “nuts.” He even goes on to insinuate that Sharon Waxman, the writer who first reported about the cuts, as an “insane blogger” (though is “insane” referring to her mental stability or her skillz as a blogger?).

Says Hahvulah, “I was telling Quentin the opposite—’You should put that shit back in the movie.’ There’s scenes with Brad Pitt and the Basterds, and I’m praying he puts that shit back in, ‘cause it’s un-fucking-believably great. Listen—this movie will be between two hours and twenty minutes and two hours and twenty-seven minutes. I don’t think it’s going to be shorter—it’s just a question of rearranging.”

So there. And if what is said above is true, and given Mr. Weinstein’s, um, passionate assertion we’ll just assume that it is, that would make the theatrical cut only a few minutes shorter than what was shown in Cannes. Rearranging people. That’s all.