When I go to the cinema to watch a Quentin Tarantino movie I know what to expect from it. He has developed very strong symbols of identity that are present in every single movie he has directed and that has many other has followed (Robert Rodríguez, for instance). But what do we expect from a Tarantino movie?
We expect violence: irrational, exaggerated and bloody violence. We have that in Django, plenty of it, actually. The sequence in the hall of Candieland is Tarantino at his best (I can’t help finding resemblances with Kill Bill’s sequence with the Crazy 88 and Gogo Yubari).
We also expect catchy and witty lines in the dialogues that sometimes borders on the absurd. We also have that in Django. The shaking-hands argument between Calvin Candie and Dr. King Shultz demonstrates it, as well as the several sequences in which Dr. Schultz ends up the problems with his bounty hunter side, that clearly shows some kind of irony about classic Westerns. Though my favorite dialogue is the one during the funny Ku Kux Klan scene (Tarantino couldn’t make it seem more ridiculous).
Finally, we expect characters to remember, as well as great acting too. Christoph Waltz is magnificent and it is incredible the empathy we can feel for his character (especially if we take into account the hideous colonel Hans Landa he played in Inglorious Bastards). But if there is a role we have to remark is the one that Samuel L. Jackson plays as Stephen, a double-faced butler black outside, white inside.
The problem with this movie is that there’s too much Django in Django Unchained. I found it a more conventional and less transgressor movie that the ones before it. Tarantino’s seal blurs gradually and, by the half of the movie, Django is already doing all the talking of the film. Probably, the classic tale that lies beneath (lady who needs to be saved by the brave knight) that happens to end happily is so not Tarantino that makes the movie predictable and boring.
Nevertheless, the photography, that is awesome (as always), and the soundtrack (it includes Ennio Morricone, making another wink to classic Westerns), that matches every scene, offsets the bad acting of DiCaprio and Foxx as well as the dull story. The pitty is that, though Tarantino makes Django a nigger in a thousand, he lets him be the only trouble maker.