Movie Review: Django Unchained

Django Unchained was the sort of film that shocks you in almost every describable way. As far as the positives go, the music was excellent, complete with appropriate songs and catchy refrains. Christoph Waltz, who plays Dr. Schultz, does an excellent job acting as an idiosyncratic, German bounty hunter. Of course, one must raise their hats to Jamie Foxx who plays the titular protagonist and Leonardo DiCaprio, the latter of whom embodies the twisted chivalry that is characteristic of any person who profits off the enslavement of humans.

With those laudatory statements made, the rest of this review will discuss the excessive goriness that Quentin Tarantino seemed to have delighted in creating. Actually, excessive doesn’t serve to describe this gore; there is the sort of gore that is appropriate and necessary to carry out a movie’s bloody subject matter, such as in Lord of the Rings or Troy, for example. And then there is gore that makes the viewer incapable of watching the screen without covering his or her face. Django Unchained exemplifies the latter sort of violence.

This critique is not meant to undermine Quentin Tarantino’s artistic license. On the contrary, gory films like Apocalypse Now succeed in their ability to balance on this critical artistic feature; but they don’t need to go as far as showing a man ripped apart and eaten by dogs (which happens in Django Unchained).

After the movie ended, a man in the bathroom engaged me in conversation about the recent tragedy in Newtown, contending that “movies like Django Unchained are reasons why these sorts of things happen. All they do is desensitize people to the ideas of brutality and intense violence.” While media is not the only reason for horrific events like that in Newtown (indeed, there is a whole spectrum of other cultural and psychological components) the point he made was duly noted. Seeing the sort of bloodbaths that Django Unchained features will make anyone with a clear moral conscience quake in their chairs. Unless you are prepared to witness three tedious hours of horrifying and gut-wrenching savagery, it is recommended that Django Unchained stays off your weekend-to-do list. Plus you have to be 17 unless you go with an adult.

–Tommy Champion, Staff Writer


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