I like
Tarantino movies and Westerns, so I expected to love Django Unchained. I only
liked it. It wasn’t bad; it just didn’t live up to my expectations.
The Spaghetti
Western is a subset of the Western genre, typified by antiheroes, revenge
themes, extreme violence, slow scenes, scant dialogue, extreme close-ups, long
running times, and heavy scores punctuated by stretches of pure silence. (My favorite is Once Upon a Time in the West.) The Spaghetti
Western is a different breed from the traditional Western because all of these
characteristics are done to excess.
I knew
something was amiss with Django Unchained
about two hours into the movie when I wondered how long it would be before the end.
Not a good sign, even when three hours is typical for Spaghetti Westerns. The audience is supposed to be transported to another place and time, not squirming in their seats.
Tarantino
loves bad movies, especially bad genre movies. He sees art where others see trash. His best works, like
Kill Bill for example, blend clichés
and corniness from multiple genres into a cornucopia of unexpected delights. Django Unchained seemed too predictable and too narrow. Perhaps Tarantino’s shtick has run its course. I hope not.
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