"What's his name?"
Right from that wonderful opening, I was on an absolute high and the movie refused to let me down for the rest of its completely awesome running time. As soon as the credits rolled, I was ready to go back for round two (tee-hee). A perfectly realized homage to the series that also stands completely on its own. Pushed, nay, punched every single right button for me.
During 2012, there was more than one instance of a renowned film critic declaring the death of cinema. But I think it’s safe to say that while Quentin Tarantino is making films as great as Django Unchained, we can dispose of any such notion. There’s a lot to say about Tarantino’s epic dissection of slavery, but simply put, Django Unchained is cinema through and through.
To not put it simply, with this film, Tarantino cements his position as modern cinema’s…
If we're talking any other recent Leo performance, I'd be rooting for him, but this is not even a performance. Rather feels like an escalating series of dares ("Yo, Chivo" says Inarritu to his long time collaborator-cinematographer, "What kind of borderline degrading, fucked up shit do you think we can get Leo to do today?").
Performances aside, this is a misguided attempt at elevating what could be a decent action-revenge western into an existential Malickian pondering on the nature of revenge. That its character literally speaks the conclusion to that pondering OUT LOUD into the camera should tell you how successful this attempt is.