Django Unchained (2012)
Written and Directed by Quentin Tarantino
Warning: Very mild spoilers.
Look, I’m not saying that Django Unchained is a bad movie. Or that Pulp Fiction is either. They’re both good movies. Tarantino has never made a bad movie. The good parts of any one of his films always seem to outweigh the bad—the two with the strongest good-to-bad-part ratios being Inglourious Basterds and Jackie Brown. Those two are damn near perfect. All the others are either ‘very good’ (Kill Bill Vol. 1 and 2, From Dusk Till Dawn, True Romance) or just ‘good’ (Reservoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction, Death Proof, Django Unchained). And Death Proof is a bit more solid than Django in my opinion, therefore, Django is his worst since Pulp Fiction. (By the way, I should point out that yes, I’m fully aware that Tarantino wrote, but did not direct, From Dusk Till Dawn and True Romance. If I don’t mention that, some fanboy will point it out in the comments like he knows something I don’t or whatever. Well guess what, hypothetical fanboy? You know nothing I don’t. So you can take that hypothetical fact and shove it. Although, and I don’t wanna get off on a tangent here, but isn’t it weird how often people fall for that ‘Quentin Tarantino Presents’ thing? There are people in this world that legit think Tarantino was involved in the writing or directing or whatever of The Protector, Hostel, and others. Swear to god. I worked a video store, dude. I know things. And that’s honestly the tip of the iceberg as far as ‘weird things customers think’ goes. I’ll have to do an entry or entries about my video store days one of these days…)
But back to the business at hand—Django Unchained and what’s wrong with it. Basically, the whole thing with Tarantino is that he makes the same types of mistakes in all his movies. So much so that they’re damn near ‘stylistic choices’. (But really, they’re just mistakes.) And so, to talk about the problems of any one of his movies is to talk about the problems of just about all his movies. Which is nice for me as a critic, because it means I don’t really ever have to review another Tarantino film, since after this one I’m sure you’ll be able to figure out the parts I dislike from his other stuff. So this will be a whole lot of birds with one stone. (Thanks, Tarantino!)
First off, the God Damn Pacing is Off
Really his biggest weakness as a filmmaker is when it comes to pacing. He pretty much sucks at pacing his films. And I’m pretty sure he takes pride in his awkward pacing, and thinks it makes his movies more ‘interesting’ and more like a novel or a miniseries or something, but really it just makes them frustrating. Because when it comes to individual scenes, he’s actually quite great at pacing. (The opening scene of Basterds in particular is a goddamn masterpiece.) I suspect that his process is that he treats each scene like he has all the time in the world, and almost as though each is its own short film—and that’s fine and all, whatever helps you write, dude—but when you’re sitting there in the editing room, that’s when it’s time to see which scenes work great as long as you intended, and which ones could work better shorter. A good writer-director treats the editing process like another draft of the script. Kevin Smith said that once, in one of his Q&A DVD’s—which is funny, because god damn does that boy suck at editing too—but the sentiment is very much correct. Editing is about refining, tightening. It’s impossible to know exactly how something is going to play out on camera before you’ve shot it. Sometimes a slight glance by an actress is so unexpectedly evocative that you can do away with a whole page or two of dialogue that, if left in, would just be redundant.
So, what could’ve been trimmed in Django? A whole lot. I could’ve easily gotten this movie under two hours, and it would’ve been much better for it. For instance, that whole long sequence of them traveling with Candie to Candieland—what the fuck was that all about? That dragged on forever, and not in a good, suspenseful way. All those repetitive ‘wow Django is doing good at appearing to be a badass Mandingo specialist’ bits. We get it. We don’t need all of those. And the dogs attacking the slave bit went on too long too, and wasn’t even paid off well later in the film. And speaking of not paid off well—that Mandingo fighting scene had zero payoff, and was begging for some. We saw this great, raw, fucked up fight, setting up the badass-ness of these Mandingo fighters, for no real reason other than to get a sense of what Mandingo fighting ‘is’, I guess. But the fighter that wins in that scene is so god damn instantly captivating in just the brief moment where we see him breathing heavy after the fight ends, that it’s a real shame he’s not back later on, having a brutal showdown of sorts with Django. With so much time devoted the dog scene and the Mandingo fight, you’d think that stuff would have figured into the climax or resolution in some way, but nope. And as such, Tarantino should’ve trimmed those scenes down a bit. (But really he should’ve just written the damn script better in the first place.)
The Script Ain’t Finished
A lot of it is pretty solid, but you can’t fucking tell me that third act wasn’t fundamentally flawed as hell. Look, I loved the shoot out. The shoot out was great. But then after that, the movie suddenly goes limp—and then it tries to get hard again, but can only muster up a semi for the second climax. (Why the fuck would anyone in their right mind write two climaxes?) It’s a damn shame, because I was really digging that first climax. God damn was all that blood orgasmic and visceral. I shit you not, it almost brought a tear to my eye. Not because of anything to do with the story, even—just because while I was watching that scene I could feel so strongly how much Tarantino loves movies. He fucking loves them, dude. They’re his favorite thing in the world. And his visceral action scenes are such a firework expression of that love that you can’t help but love them with all your heart with him, no matter what you may think about violence in films, or violence in general. It’s like watching Pollack paint. Tarantino adores his canvas, and if you can’t vicariously feel that, you’re lying to yourself and others.
Basically, that shootout climax should have been the actual climax, and then there should have a been an actual resolution right after that. He shouldn’t have dragged things out with that scene with the Australians and the other stuff. Totally unnecessary and mood-killing and lukewarmifying. (Ain’t that a good word? I just came up with it.) He should have also finished fleshing out the relationship between Candie and Stephen. I can see where he was going with it, but it’s a little too bare. Their roles aren’t clear enough. It’s like he had the opportunity to set up this wonderful two heroes, two villains thing, but then didn’t fully express the dynamic of the latter pair. We get more than enough character development for our main guys (way more than enough, actually) but just slapdash shit for their foes. Damn shame.
And would it have killed him to have given any of the women in the movie something to do? I don’t have a feminist bone in my body (the only ‘minority’ or ‘group’ I root for is the smallest one in the world—the individual) but come on, write a thing. Something. Anything. You’re good at it. You and Woody Allen are like the two best American male writer-directors working today when it comes to writing for women. Such a shame. Pure laziness. And speaking of laziness:
Most of the Sets are Lazy as Hell
The only times I felt truly immersed in the film was during the interiors at the Mandingo fight place, and at Candieland. (And I guess, maybe the place where they had beer in the beginning of the film, too.) Everything else just felt way too bare. Which is so weird for Tarantino, because he had a great streak going. Inglourious Basterds and Death Proof and the Kill Bills were all perfectly immersive. Basterds, in particular. (God damn was I transported by that one.) But this one, not so much. All the exteriors just weren’t well thought out enough. They felt cheap. And exteriors should never feel ‘cheap’. That’s like the weirdest thing ever for an exterior to feel like. But that’s what they felt like to me. Cheap. (Just like Tarantino’s acting.)
Tarantino is in the Thing
The only time I’ve ever liked Tarantino in stuff is when he wasn’t directing himself. I love him in From Dusk Till Dawn, and I like his cameo in Planet Terror, too. But without someone telling him when his line readings are shit, the man just can’t deliver a single thing convincingly, and it really takes you out of the movie. In fact, his cameo in Django may be his worst yet. I mean, come on. That shitty fucking accent? How the hell did he think he’d be able to pull that off? And how the hell did nobody tap him on the shoulder and be all ‘dude, this shit ain’t working, give someone else the gig, like, maybe, I dunno, an actual actor, preferably an Australian one’? Oh that’s right, because he’s Quentin fucking Tarantino, and since we all love it when he slam dunks like Michael Jordan, we pretend not to see it when he strikes out like Michael Jordan.
You know, M. Night Shyamalan gets a lot of hate (most of it unjust—I’ll be defending the fuck out of The Happening in an upcoming review) but one thing you can’t say about him is that he ruins his films by being in them. Every one of his cameos, I’ve liked. He’s a competent actor. Doesn’t ham it up, knows how to deliver a line, and really holds his own against who he’s acting opposite. If you didn’t know he was the writer-director, you wouldn’t know he was the writer-director. His scene in Signs in particular is wonderful.
And So, In Conclusion
Django Unchained is a good movie. I definitely recommend it. Despite all its problems, it really does hit more than it misses. The acting is solid, the dialogue sings, and there are a lot of fun parts. You’ll have a really nice time at the movies. But I don’t see myself revisiting this one anytime soon, whereas when it comes to Jackie Brown and Basterds, I could watch those any day of the week. Such wonderful fucking movies. Yet for some reason, only Basterds seems to get love. Jackie Brown gets neglected like crazy. Very strange. I think it’s because after Pulp Fiction, audiences wanted something that was essentially Pulp Fiction II, and instead he gave us an insanely mature work which solidified him as not a mere flash in the pan, but a serious cinematic force to be reckoned with. Here’s hoping people revisit that one without bias, because it’s really something.
3 1/2 out of 5 Codys.
8 thoughts on “Django Unchained: Tarantino’s Worst Since Pulp Fiction”
I heard that Austrian actor Christoph Waltz carried this film.
He’s incredible. Probably the best actor as far as delivering Tarantino dialogue goes. Jackson is great at that too, but there’s just something about Waltz’ enunciation that just makes every word sing.
You definitely hit a few things that bothered me about the film, particularly that second climax (which felt like a fourth act to me). The film slows to a crawl after that shoot out and I see no reason why it couldn’t have been written different. What if Django wins the shootout, but Stephen makes off with Broomhilda and there’s a quick chase scene where Django can get some satisfying personal revenge on him and still ride off into the sunset with Broomhilda. I really enjoy the film’s actual ending (seeing Candieland blow up like that, in addition to Django in Candie’s clothes, is immensely satisfying) but it wasn’t worth the drag that it took to get there.
The other thing was that Tarantino almost killed the entire film for me. He is completely out of place. He looks out of place, he sounds out of place, and he delivers possibly the worst performance he’s ever delivered in any of his films. It completely broke the film’s spell over me and I struggled to settle back in after that scene (although you have to admit, blowing himself up was the best possible way to cap off that scene. Once again, not worth it).
I do however disagree that the Mandingo fight needed payoff. That scene and the scene with d’Artagnan and the dogs are two of the most important in the film, because they get to the core. Django Unchained is about being a fun, spaghetti western styled revenge against slavery, but it also does something so few films do and that’s get into just how horrific slavery was. Obviously it still doesn’t hold a candle to the true history, but those two scenes in particular are immensely hard to watch, and do go on too long, and that’s a good thing. It shows the audience the brutality. Nothing about the Mandingo fight is enjoyable to watch, and that’s the point. We’re forced to sit through this disgusting event while Candie laughs his head off. I wouldn’t change a thing about either of those scenes. I also felt the inclusion of the dog scene later in the film worked well, plus it leads to one of the best moments in that “post-climax” section of the film – Django kicking down the door and yelling “d’Artagnan motherfucker!”
I’m interested in your issues with Pulp Fiction though. Admittedly I have a bias for it, it’s the film that got me into film in the first place, but I still hold it up as his best work.
Thanks for chiming in, Brad!
I agree that the actual ending was ultimately satisfying but not entirely worth the lull that preceded it. And I can say the same about Pulp Fiction, I think. I’m a huge Keitel fan, but ‘The Bonnie Situation’ is, to me, the weakest chapter of the film. (And, interestingly enough, both that lull and Django’s lull feature Tarantino’s bad acting.)
Pulp Fiction is a hell of a film, and definitely seismic and important in numerous ways (both to film, and to me as a kid) but it always felt a little shallow to me, as compared to Tarantino’s other work. Coolness for coolness’ sake. There isn’t much depth to the ‘story’ (if you can even call it that) and as such, each time I re-watch the whole thing, I feel kind of empty at the end. (Whereas each time I watch Jackie Brown, I notice more subtle aspects, and also, feel more and more sympathy for the antagonist.) I can only really enjoy Pulp Fiction if I, by chance, catch just a chapter or two of it on HBO or something.
Weak ass movie, a few humerous dialogue parts. Other than that boring, shoot’em up bang bang of black guy killing white guys to get his wife. Freakin stupid movie and a waste of time to watch, even if you have nothing to do.
The first sentence made me leave this page. It also made me come back. I guess it’s a good thing…
Working a DVD shop part time doesn’t make you a movie expert and any movie expert would agree, it seems like you’re pointing out things that don’t matter to anyone to mask over the fact that you have an unpopular opinion. What’s the point if you shit tier critics anyway? As if your opinion of belief can trump ones own opinion, 8 out of every 10 people who’ve seen the movie like it, Cristoph got an award and Quentin doesn’t care about your opinion either so hypothetical critic who really isn’t one, take your “facts” and shove them.
A lot of shitty movies get awards. It’s a shame that Django’s among them, because QT had much better films that were shafted when it came to awards.
I agree with most of this article but if anything it doesn”t take it far enough. DU is QT’s worst movie, hands down. It astounds me that so many people disagree with that, but then again, they’re largely the same people who liked Kill Bill, which while original and fun, was pretty poor on the whole. IB is the only really Good movie QT has made since JB.
I think a part of the reason why DU isn’t very good, is because it was the first movie he made without the assistance of his longtime editor, who had passed away. I think she contributed a lot to making his movies click and work. The editing, pacing, and tone of this movie all really miss their mark, in my opinion. It feels not only self-indulgent and long-winded, but very much like the first draft of what should have been a much, much better film. There are really cool, interesting things bubbling under the surface, but the actual execution of the plot just doesn’t do it justice.
QT has also gradually lost his knack when it comes to casting. I think Waltz is terrific (and the only thing that makes this movie watchable, frankly), but Jamie Foxx is an utter frickin’ bore in this movie, just painfully bland — and Kerry Washington is just awful. That’s partly QT’s fault, as her character is poorly written and directed, and has almost nothing to do.
Leo and Sam are fine, but like the author of the article says, their relationship needed something more. If it had been cleaned up, rewritten a little, better thought out, this late sequence of the movie could have been incredible. As it stands, it’s just kind of all over the place and clumsily paced.
I’ll always give QT a bit of a pass because he is one of the few mainstream filmmakers who has really created a situation where he gets to do things on his own terms. I respect his originality and talent. But I do think DU is a pretty big misfire. Way more so than Deathproof. I understand and to some extent even share fans’ frustration with Deathproof — it’s too long-winded, the characters are kinda grating, everyone talks like Quentin — but there’s something interesting going on with Deathproof that keeps me coming back to it from time to time. It bears revisiting. DU is pretty hollow when you revisit it. A lot of it is just weirdly tedious, and most of the “humor” (aka the “goofy” KKK and overly cartoonish racism) falls really, really flat. QT can be very funny, but he’s one of those guys who tends to be at his funniest when he’s not trying too hard or getting too wacky.
Maybe the Hateful Eight will be better. We’ll see.