rescue mission in Quentin Tarantino's "Django Unchained"
© 2012 The Weinstein Company
(Reviewed December 21, 2012, by James Dawson)
Gleefully violent, thoroughly outrageous and incredibly entertaining, "Django Unchained" is like a deeper and considerably darker "Blazing Saddles" blessed with three of the most deliciously over-the-top performances of the year. Jamie Foxx is perfect as the vengeance-seeking freed slave Django, but Christoph Waltz, Leonardo DiCaprio and Samuel L. Jackson are so much fun to watch they outshine the title character.
Director/writer Quentin Tarantino allegedly cut a half-hour from the movie's running time prior to release. Yet even though "Django Unchained" still tops out at an epic 2 hours 45 minutes, it's hard not to want even more of this wild, wild western.
Waltz dazzles as Dr. King Schultz, a smooth-talking German dentist turned bounty hunter whose erudite patter tends to baffle and antagonize less educated mortals. He's cool enough to shoot a sheriff dead, then calmly explain his justification for the act to a marshal and a street full of armed townsfolk without breaking a sweat.
Django is rather forcefully freed from bondage to identify three of his wanted-dead-or-alive former owners for Schultz. Once unchained, he soon becomes more than a mere target spotter. When Schultz asks Django if he wants to join him in the "flesh for cash" business, Django replies, "Kill white folks and get paid for it? What's not to like?"
Foxx makes Django an interesting combination of thoughtful survivor, quick-study gunslinger and natural actor, easily impersonating first a dignified valet and later a vicious black slaver.
One of the movie's best visual gags is the outfit Django selects when Schultz gives him his first chance to buy his own clothes. The next shot shows Django riding alongside Schultz's wagon dressed in anachronistic satin finery straight out of Gainsborough's "Blue Boy."
Django reveals during a campfire scene that he was separated from his wife (Kerry Washington) after a failed escape attempt, and that she was sold to keep them apart. Touched by the story, Schultz becomes even more intrigued when he learns Django's wife was named Broomhilda by former owners and speaks German. Comparing her dilemma to that of a similarly named character from his country's mythology who was imprisoned behind a wall of fire, Schultz says this makes Django the Siegfried who hopes to rescue her—and that "when a German meets a real, live Siegfried, that's kind of a big deal."
DiCaprio is cheerfully nasty as Calvin Candie, Broomhilda's sadistic new owner who stages brutal death matches among his male slaves. A Francophile who can't speak French, uses a foppish cigarette holder and has a relationship with his sister that may be more than familial, Calvin presides over a huge Mississippi plantation known as Candieland.
The seeming soul of Southern hospitality, Candie delivers an interestingly politically incorrect observation about slavery in America that boils down to "why don't they kill us?" Consider that foreshadowing.
Samuel L. Jackson is laugh-out-loud hilarious as Candie's cartoonishly subservient head house slave Stephen. The universe's ultimate Uncle Tom who looks a lot like Uncle Ben, Stephen is outraged to near apoplexy at the idea of his master treating Django like a white man. Jackson's genius is his ability to show the frighteningly sinister under Stephen's shuck-and-jive surface, making him both funnier and scarier than any of the movie's casually cruel Caucasians.
Among the other supporting players and cameos, Don Johnson deserves special mention as proto-Ku Klux Klan leader Big Daddy. A scene in which he and members of his torch-bearing raiding party bicker about the bags they have to wear as improvised hoods is priceless.
Being a Tarantino film, the soundtrack includes some interesting song choices. Django first saddles up cowboy style to Jim Croce's "I Got a Name." A James Brown/Tupac Shakur mashup of "The Payback" and "Untouchable" accompanies an extended blood-splattered shootout. And considering the movie's subject matter, Richie Havens' frantic "Freedom" is a perfect fit.
Although the movie probably sets a new record for most uses of the "N" word in a motion picture, it also could be the most anti-racism film of the new century. Django may get a little overenthusiastic about righting past wrongs (okay, make that very overenthusiastic), but it's impossible not to have sympathy for his plight.
Just as the Coen brothers surprised everyone by making a western that turned out to be one of their best films ("True Grit"), Tarantino would not have been on anyone's short list of candidates to helm this kind of antebellum song of the deep south, tongue-in-cheek or not. But he pulls it off with sensational style, making "Django Unchained" one of the top films of the year.
Also, be sure to stick around until the end of the credits for one last zinger that everyone hurrying to the parking lot will miss.
Back Row Reviews Grade: A