It’s understood that Quentin Tarantino is incapable of writing or shooting anything unironically — everything he does has to have quote marks. He’s never tried to ape Bressonian simplicity (which is pretty much the opposite of ’70s exploitation shlock, which is where he lives), and he could never replicate it if he tried so why bring it up? I’m just saying I’d be delighted if Tarantino had shot Inglourious Basterds in black and white. God, think of the lusciousness.

From the just-published Vanity Fair gallery of Inglourious Basterds stills.