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Here comes Quentin Tarantino, galloping into the terrible history of American slavery with a shotgun in his hands and a bundle of dynamite slung across his chest. He won’t indulge a lick of sensitivity, accuracy, or brevity along the way — unlike just about every other filmmaker who’s tackled the subject — but he’s more than willing to splatter gallons of blood in lieu of decency. Slavery was an indecent atrocity, so in a deeply uncomfortable way, doesn’t it deserve at least one indecent storyteller?
That’s the rub of Django Unchained, Tarantino’s latest and angriest film. In equal measure both nauseating and beautiful, it’s a film entirely deserving of the controversial aura that surrounds it — and it’s easy to suspect that’s the intended effect. Like Inglourious Basterds, Django Unchained takes significant liberties with the historic record to create a lusty revenge fantasy rife with punishment for evil men and women. Unlike Basterds, though, Tarantino dares this time to show what the sinners did to invite such violent retribution. And those crimes, as gruesome as they may be to us, are far closer to the truth than America is willing to admit.
Django Unchained: Waltz and Foxx
Django Unchained is, among many things, a straightforward description of the film. It’s the story of Django (Jamie Foxx), a slave bought and freed by the German bounty hunter Dr. King Schultz (Christoph Waltz), who enlists his help to hunt down a trio of wanted criminals. After Schultz takes Django under his wing, training him in the art and morality of killing, he agrees to help save his wife Broomhilda (Kerry Washington) from a despicably genteel plantation owner named Calvin Candie (Leonardo DiCaprio). As the two men plunge further and further into the Deep South, they forge a tight bond over their mutual disgust for the racism the fuels slavery.
With that plot architecture, Tarantino stuffs mouthfuls of his trademark banter and social critiques, albeit in a surprisingly tempered manner. His criticism, delivered by way of Django and King, is more pointed than usual, signaling a kind of maturity that his previous films simply avoided. There’s an acidic bite to Django Unchained, a concentrated outrage that erupts whenever evil blood is splashed on screen. (Which is often.) Tarantino isn’t simply trying to show us that slavery was bad. He’s created, in vivid detail, a revisionist history of the American South that focuses on the violent nature of intolerance. It’s got no interest in historical accuracy. Only honest outrage.
So, just what exactly is Tarantino trying to say? Django Unchained seems to draw inspiration for its cartoonish revenge story from a blend of blaxploitation films and spaghetti westerns, repurposing the social indignation of the former to emphasize the stylized violence of the latter. Before Django and King kill, we’re shown the deep roots of bigotry that arguably justify the punishment. Those roots even transcend the color of a person’s skin; the film’s most fascinating character, Stephen (Samuel L. Jackson), is a slave who subscribes to racial oppression more than any other. By Tarantino’s judgment, it seems, both the perpetrators of bigotry and those who benefit from it deserve to be killed.
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