Quentin Tarantino coasts on his hype with the dull and dim Django Unchained’
By Roger Moore MCT – Saturday, December 22, 2012
HH 1/2 (out of five stars)
Director: Quentin Tarantino
Cast: Jamie Foxx, Christoph Waltz, Leonardo DiCaprio, Kerry Washington, Don Johnson
Rated: R for strong graphic violence throughout, a vicious fight, language and some nudity
Running time: 2 hours, 45 minutes
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Bullets, bullwhips and beatings produce slo-mo geysers of blood. Pistoleros launch into soliloquies on slavery and the German Siegfried myth.
“Django Unchained” is set in Quentin Tarantino’s pre-Civil War South. Another indulgent movie from the cinema’s reigning junk-genre junkie, “Django” mashes together 1960s Italian “Spaghetti Westerns” and ’70s American “Blacksploitation” pictures.
Hey, he got away with a fantastical World War II Holocaust revenge picture (“Inglourious Basterds”). Why not a “revenge for slavery” romp?
Django is a slave turned bounty hunter, a black man who gets to “kill white folks, and they pay you for it.”
The film features a couple of Oscar winners, Jamie Foxx in the title role, and Christoph Waltz, who won his statuette for “Inglourious.”
The players are in fine form, but the movie he’s embroiled them in is a hit-and-miss affair, at times an amusing reimagining of history, more often a blood-spattered bore.
It ambles between over-the-top shootouts, but the renowned Tarantino monologues that spark the interludes between shootouts are weak, the connecting threads scanty.
Waltz has a grand time playing a German dentist traveling the South in a more lucrative line of work, “I kill people and sell their corpses for cash.”
He’s a bounty hunter, a wry and well-read gunslinger who relishes the irony of his trade in the land of slavery.
The dentist needs Django to identify some killers, and when Dr. Schultz can’t talk the hardcases transporting Django into selling him, he shoots them and frees a whole caravan of slaves.
Django is given his freedom, a horse and a gun. He’ll help with this hunt, then set out in search of his wife (Kerry Washington), who was sold off to a distant plantation.
This salt-and-pepper team hustle, insult and shoot their way through the Old South as if it’s the Old West. Schultz riles the locals by expecting Django to have the same service in saloons as any white man. Django, given to wearing fancy duds and sunglasses, just wants them to get his name right.
“Django. The D is silent.”
Don Johnson leads a lynch mob, which includes Jonah Hill, who rides a horse “rather less well than another horse would.”
Leonardo DiCaprio smacks his villainous lips as the smart, hypocritical Mississippi monster they must outfox and outgun to complete Django’s quest.
Samuel L. Jackson turns up in old-age makeup, his “Pulp Fiction” love of modern profanity undimmed.
Still, there’s not much fun here. Some scenes convey Tarantino-esque tension, but his unwillingness to trim anything slows the film to a crawl.