Yes, it’s a rental. The trailer is deceptive.
It’s not fast-paced. It’s 95% dialogue, although this time not everyone sounds like Quentin Tarantino. There’s not much action. There’s some unnecessary gruesomeness, but it’s brief (and this doesn’t give anything away): two scalpings, one at the beginning, one near the end; one head bashing near the beginning; and one knife carving, shall we say — and it’s close-up, cringe-worthy gross. The movie isn’t so much about the Nazi-scalping “Inglorious Basterds” (we don’t really get to know them). It’s about a plan to kill Hitler while he’s attending a movie première with lots of talkative scenes leading up to it. It’s not a bad movie, but Tarantino seems to have peaked with “Pulp Fiction.”