Two villains. Two laughs. But the terror they create couldn’t be more different. Amon Göth in Schindler’s List laughs with genuine cruelty, the kind that feels uncomfortably real. Spielberg shoots it handheld, drained of color, making the moment feel like a historical wound you’re being forced to witness. Hans Landa in Inglourious Basterds laughs with theatrical delight, stylized, charming, almost playful. Tarantino uses color, staging, and performance to turn fear into a cinematic spectacle, a

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