The thing about Tarantino though is over-the-top violence patterned alongside a charismatic cast of absurd to mildly insane and interesting characters are part of the marginal epicenter that drives all of his films; Along with homáges to classic genrefilm, spaghetti westerns, blaxploitation, horror, gangster dramas, old martials dramas and revenge stories, put that together with an eclectic soundtrack that combines many genres of music, well written and intricate dialogue about the most mundane subject matters, great editing and unique storytelling. Bing, you got Tarantino. It's the traits of what could be considered average b-movies, treated with the care of an Academy Award Winning drama. Put all of that together and you've got a winner. Inglorious Basterds stands more like a unique depiction of war (by Tarantino) itself, and not of history, it's a fantasy framed in the context of history.
The film marks out itself out as self-aware at the first few seconds of its opening in the lines "Once Upon a Time in Nazi-Occupied France”. A humorous nod to the spaghetti westerns of Sergio Leone, as expected by Tarantino, but it also points to the film’s rebuke of historical accuracy. It is not interested in actual history — and in retrospect, it isn’t even that particularly interested in war. What it is interested in is the idea that cinema need not be constrained by anything other than good storytelling.