The Nazis, for him, are merely available movie tropes–articulate monsters with a talent for sadism. By making the Americans cruel, too, he escapes the customary division of good and evil along national lines, but he escapes any sense of moral accountability as well. In a Tarantino war, everyone commits atrocities. Like all the director’s work after ‘Jackie Brown,’ the movie is pure sensation. It’s disconnected from feeling, and an eerie blankness–it’s too shallow to be called nihilism–undermines even the best scenes.