The Movie Genre: Exploitation
Django Unchained was the movie I most wanted to see but didn't make it to the theaters for in 2012. So tonight, with a bit of booze to fuel the endeavor, I finally set about to see what I missed.
Let me start by saying this: I haven't watched a Tarantino movie yet that being a bit loaded didn't improve.
That may sound like damning with faint praise. It's not. There's drunk logic at work here. My drunk logic and the logic of a Tarantino's movies, which are exercises in lowered inhibitions, self-aggrandizement, bad decision-making, and altered reality. These are not weaknesses, not when guided by the cold-sober vision of a master craftsmen with an impeccable eye for the talent of actors who are not Quentin Tarantino. However, that Tarantino is a bad actor does not mean he should stop giving himself speaking roles in his own movies. Quite the opposite: his bad acting is the blemish needed when all the other actors are note-perfect and you might not realize acting is hard because they all inhabit their roles so perfectly and you need to be forced to appreciate, in the act of watching the movie, that you are, after all, just watching a ridiculously over-the-top revenge fantasy that's pushing your buttons. Because then you can more fully enjoy the act of enjoying the act of watching the movie. (See? Drunk logic.)
It's #49 on my flickchart.