If you’ve seen even a single Tarantino film, you’ll know to expect a few things.
A distinct lack of shyness when it comes to blood letting.
Django Unchained does nothing to change this, but does it damn well. To think I nearly didn’t watch this!
Tarantino regales us with the tale of Django, a slave who is rescued by Dr. King Schultz. Schultz is a bounty hunter, and requires Django’s knowledge to track down a group of felons. Django however is a natural, and the pair go into partnership.
The cast do a great job, with two stand outs – Christoph Waltz as Schultz and Samuel L Jackson as Stephen. Both deliver fantastic performances that really light up the film. I can’t help but smile at Jackson screaming Mutha****** in a Tarantino film. It just feels right.
It’s not for the squeamish, as when the blood flies, it really flies! I have no idea if that is how bodies really react to being shot, but I found myself asking that a lot.
One thing I did not enjoy was the cameo by the director. It was pointless, distracting, and I had no idea what sort of accent he was going for. If you can’t do it well, don’t do it Quentin!
It’s a long film, and for some the amount of chat will get tiresome, especially in the second act. But I remained entertained throughout.
Taking the main character’s name from 1966 Italian Western Django (whose star Franco Nero has a small role), the film deals with the subject of slavery well, though it was almost comical to hear the word nigger so many times.
Tarantino films are out on their own, like a gun slinger. They unapologetically do their own thing. In this case, I’m glad Django was unchained.