A spaghetti western/revenge flick about slavery in the deep south should be a total disaster. It is just such a shocking concept that would require a deft hand, lots of planning, and a rock solid screenplay to even avoid being offensive, let alone succeed as a film. Leave it to Quentin Tarantino to once again take old filmmaking styles and make them seem fresh, relevant, and sensitive to very dark material. Django Unchained somehow finds this intangible sense of humanity and heart in a very bloody revenge film. We care about characters who barely have two or three lines. The impetus of the story is a character more often seen screaming in pain than forming a sentence.

Django Unchained is the story of Dr. King Schultz, a German bounty hunter traveling throughout America for huge cash gains. He frees Django, a slave, because Django is the only person who can identify his newest bounty. In return for his assistance, Dr. Schultz agrees to help Django find and free his wife who was ripped away as punishment for a failed escape attempt.

Forget anything you've heard about this really being a romance or being over the top schlock. It's not. It's hard to have a romance when half of the relationship is barely in the film. The same goes for the shock value. The biggest problem with the film is that the climax of the film is a huge blood bath that just goes on too long with no shift in the stakes.

It's a revenge drama within the framework of a spaghetti western. Django wants to fight back against the slave owners who ruined his life by taking his wife from him. Everything that happens--save that overblown blood bath--serves that purpose. Django Unchained is laser focused on the festering revenge of a man who is justified in his anger.

This is how Django Unchained builds its tension. Quentin Tarantino bravely allows the film story to focus on revenge itself. This is not the softer narrative of Inglourious Basterds leading into a huge denouement of historical revisions and vengeance served. Everything that is shown happens to force the audience to want the revenge to happen. We are meant to be angered by how Django is treated in every scene to the point of wanting everyone who even looks at him funny to be destroyed.

Revenge dramas usually show you some shocking set piece at the beginning of the film and let you idly watch as the hero sets up his perfect scheme. Tarantino has subverted the form to force you to fall into this cycle of violence and revenge. There is no glorification here, no attempt to force you to cheer as the body starts flying. This revenge is empty and meaningless in the end for the audience because Django, as a character, is a non-entity.

Django Unchained is a strong film for what it doesn't say. So much of the time, the camera focuses on quaint conversation and the oblivious nature of institutionalized racism. These characters are so used to the status quo that they see nothing wrong in their conduct. The racism is overwritten but underplayed to bring out the audience's anger.

That is the paradox of Django Unchained. If you blindly buy into the misdirection of the throughline and never question it, you might walk away shocked by what you saw. If you engage with the story and let the anger begin to flow through you as intended, you might walk away shocked by your own response to the film.

Rating: 9/10

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