At the climax of Inglourious Basterds, Quentin Tarantino’s 2009 homage to World War II genre movies, a German war hero who’s attending the premiere of a Nazi propaganda film based on his exploits (Pride of the Nation) is appalled to see the way in which his life has been transformed into bombastic “art.” While hard-boiled clichés that the soldier never uttered in real life hail down from the screen (“You cowardly American pig . . . you’re gonna pay for this!”), the camera keeps cutting to his face, on which the pleasure he initially felt at the prospect of becoming a cinematic…