I was recommended to watch a Tarantino film, and since I can never turn down watching a movie, I decided to do it. I had already been exposed to his style from watching Pulp Fiction, the 1994 crime film with (a younger) John Travolta and Samuel L. Jackson.
So, when starting the more recent box office hit Django Unchained, it didn’t surprise me that the movie was much longer than two hours, the opening scenes were filled with guns and gore, and at least one person (but in this case, all of them) had some Southern drawl. Oh, and ol’ Sammy was there, too.
This Southern epic focused on two men: a “bounty hunter” by the name of Dr. King Schultz (Christoph Waltz) and a “freed slave” by the name of — you guessed it — Django (Jamie Foxx). To simply put it, they were killing no-good-doers and bringing the corpses back in exchange for a bounty. However, the killing only goes deeper for Django, when he reflects to Dr. Schultz that his wife, Broomhilde (Kerry Washington) was taken by slave owners. The funny thing is, she’s quite a smart cookie. It didn’t make sense to me as to why she had that complex, but I guess it kept the storyline interesting.
After their tracking and whatnot, they find that she’s with plantation owner Calvin Candie (Leonardo DiCaprio) and not soon after that, more violence and guns ensue. Also, DiCaprio smashes his hand into a water glass. That’s worth noting. And of course, Tarantino makes a cameo at the end of the movie: another signature move by the director.
Now, this movie does take place during the slave-owning times of America, so the language doesn’t hold back when it comes to describing the slaves. If you find this offensive, or makes you the least bit squeamish, then you probably should consult a history textbook and not watch epics such as this. As we may not like, this type of language was used regularly. It’s just a sad fact in America’s chapter in history. Also, if you aren’t a big fan of blood and guts and gore, then you probably shouldn’t watch ANY of Tarantino’s movies, especially this one. The ending is one hell of a bloodbath. Plus, this is most certainly NOT a family movie, as the MPAA rating can tell you. You may think you may be teaching your child about history, but really, you’re just telling them it’s okay to call people N****’s. No worries. Finding Dory will come soon.
Otherwise, for all those violent, uncensored junkies, this may be a good one to watch. I mean, who can resist the wit of Samuel L. Jackson’s natural being?