Well, it’s Quentin Tarantino isn’t it. There was lots of blood, there was comedy, there were difficult historical topics to cover and there was Quentin Tarantino. So ruddy marvellous, I went to see it twice in one week.
Essentially a story about the slave trade in 19th Century America, Diango Unchained is quickly revealed as a love story, loosely based on a German folklore, which sees our hero fight his way back to his wife, Broomhilda. In his usual subtle style, Tarantino takes us back to an incomprehensible time when Black people were sold and bought as slaves for all manner of purposes, many of which we see during the 180(!) minutes.
Alongside Jamie Foxx’s Django, we see the brilliant Christopher Waltz play a German bounty hunter who brings humour and a healthy dose of humanity to the otherwise heartless southern backdrop. What a glorious little Oscar-winning bastard.
Bounty hunting their way around the deep south, Django soon gets the hang of waving a gun around and is given his freedom by his ‘owner’, Dr Schultz. What comes next is a mixture of creepy DiCaprio, an even creepier Jackson, Mandingo fighting, a dodgy Australian accent courtesy of Tarantino himself and a lot of gratuitous blood-spurting close-ups.
Now, normally when writing a review for a Tarantino film, it would be easy to get carried away with the blood and gore and the ‘yeah chop his head off with a samurai sword Uma’ mentality. However, given historical topic of this film, I feel this attitude is harder than normal to publicise. On the one hand, Django Unchained is a classic Tarantino film with comedy, violence and underlying social messages. On the other, it is a film which cuts close to the bone for many and leaves others wondering whether it’s appropriate for them to laugh at the KKK or not.
But the one question left on everyone’s lips after seeing this film is, undoubtedly, who the hell was the woman with the red bandana?