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Django Unchained

Gareth Higgins


Directed by Quentin Tarantino; Certificate 18;  165 mins.

Django Unchained is the perfect Quentin Tarantino film: fully alive to the possibilities of cinematic technique, mashing up an invented world with contemporary references, gruesomely violent, and revealing something about ourselves that we haven't seen portrayed in a mainstream movie before. So Reservoir Dogs shows us what gun shots really look like when they land in human stomachs, Kill Bill reconfigures ancient myths about the extent to which parents may go to find their lost children, and Inglourious Basterds makes the tastelessness of other combat films obvious to the point where it is difficult to imagine where such film can go next. And each of these is profoundly paradoxical: does the violence represent, challenge, or reinforce the norm of justified horror that our sculpture worships?; does the use of the 'n' word confront audiences with our complicity in racism, or is it the director's way of getting away with his own?; does the fact that the wrapping is so sleek, so cool, so inviting, allow us to deny that we're also being entertained by stories in which people rip each other apart?

This is Tarantino's most fully realized vision of the world, not to mention his most financially successful film. Cecil B deMille used to come out from behind the curtain to remind his audience of the Importance of the movie they were about to see (in a lovely example of Hollywood over-self-importance, implicitly linking The Ten Commandments to anti-Communist patriotism); Tarantino's film has started a debate which is taking on the status of a political campaign. Spike Lee is refusing to watch this story about a freed slave and bounty hunter tracking down bad guys and rescuing the slave's wife, while other black critics speak of how liberated they feel by seeing blockbuster movie entertainment that forces the audience out of collective denial about slavery.  When given the opportunity to discuss the filmic references (primarily the Spaghetti Western, but also blaxploitation cinema and plantation epics), Tarantino will talk all night; when asked to discuss the possible sociological impact of his fictional violence, he stays above the fray, denying any connection at all.

So what we're left with is a film. A film in which people are torn to shreds by dogs, or beat each other to death, or are threatened with castration - all because they are not considered people but the industrial property of white privilege. This is still a sanitized version of slavery: two and a half hours isn't enough to grasp the realities of involuntary transportation, family destruction, sexual torture,  psychological degradation and murder that considered normal enough that a civil war was fought partly in its name.  For that, Django Unchained is genuinely an important film. It tries to face historic evil, and manages to do it in a form that will maximize the audience.

It also portrays a different kind of black hero than has been previously seen - the range of emotions displayed by Django has not previously been permitted to black characters in mainstream movies. That, along with the sheer joy of the filmmaking, makes this a certain kind of magnificent film. But it's also a magnificent mess: climaxing with utter destruction wrought by Django in the cause of revenge. Tarantino seems to think that, as with Kill Bill's Bride, there is no alternative for Django but to slaughter everyone in his path. He doesn't seem to realize - or at least his characters don't know - that there are other morally viable and dramatically interesting ways to respond to other people's cruelty. You don't have to meet horror with horror. Clint Eastwood knew that as long ago as in the ending of The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. Tarantino is a fantastic stylist, and a courageous storyteller. But it's hard not to suggest that his philosophical paradigm could do with a shot of maturity.