Neo-Nazis? Naw.

By now you’re probably sick of hearing about that new Nazi flick. You’ve heard it grossed over $ 65 million at international box offices, discussed whether or not the win could save the Weinstein Group, and gossiped about the film’s secret Crash-style Oscar campaign.

The violent, picturesque WWII story--ripped from the wet dream of the of a Jew-frowed teen picked on by a gentile--has been the talk of the town for weeks now. Tarantino and co-star Eli Roth even made a visit to our so-called Hollywood North on August 12 to promote the film (and sign some Reservoir Dogs merchandise, of course).

The incessant promotion, which included everything from sponsoring UFC 100 to sending a darling, mini-dressed Diane Krueger on a global press tour, seemed to work: on opening night I was comfortably tucked into a seat in an over-crowded theatre.

But of all the buzz, one bit was my favourite. For its “Basterdized” special issue, which was dedicated to the film, EYE weekly enlisted a couple of my friends to take on a very un-PC, but undeniably aesthetically pleasing concept, Nazi Fashion.

Styled and described by Miss. Sarah Nicole Prickett, the shoot features the man behind last week’s Absolut party, your boyfriend Justin Broadbent. To Broadbent’s left is “it-girlish” Leigh Farrell, looking like a character from a 1940s murder-mystery. And last but not least is everybody’s favourite Winnipegger-turned-Toronto-based-journalist, Carli Stephens-Rothman.

If you’re into military men, battle babes, and a practical colour scheme, pick up the issue. If you’ve tired of the Basterds, I hear there are some free screenings of a new, terrible film called Avatar.

*Seconds before pressing publish I was grabbing a link to that Hyphenoptional blog and noticed Carli had just posted, well, the same post you see here. If you're the kind of person who reads endnotes first, skip mine and read hers. Otherwise, I hope you enjoyed this blog-on-blogger, or "circle jerk" as SNP calls it.