The late ’70s hair and moustaches worn by the American actors in Enzo G. Castellari‘s The Inglorious Bastards sent a clear signal to those moviegoers who were actually willing to pay money to see this World War II exploitation flick. The message was that Bastards would be very much set in in the era of Jimmy Carter, disco, cocaine and flexible sexual attitudes. The hell with period — we’re here to rock out and kick ass.
I don’t think Castellari really thought this aspect through, of course. I think his actors (Bo Svenson, Fred Williamson, etc.) simply didn’t want to get World War II haircuts for six or eight weeks’ worth of work and whatever he was paying them. It wasn’t worth the hassle so they said “sorry, Enzo — at these prices, we’re not getting haircuts that will make us look uncool when we go looking for our next gig, or when we go out to clubs.”
“For long stretches Bastards seems less a war movie than a teen idyll,” writes N.Y. Times DVD columnist Dave Kehr, “and its most fantastical sequence arrives when the gang stumbles across a group of female SS officers skinny-dipping in a stream. The interlude looks like a lost sequence from a Russ Meyer peeping Tom nudie of the ’60s, and Mr. Castellari seizes the opportunity for some classic exploitation imagery: busty blond frauleins blasting away with automatic weapons.”
Inglorious second-raters (one with 1969 Woodstock Music Festival hair and moustache) eyeballing skinny-dipping SS girls.
All screen grabs stolen from DVD Beaver’s Inglorious Bastards page.