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The movie that spawned a genre.
Django is a 1966 Italian spaghetti Western film directed by Sergio Corbucci and starring Franco Nero in the eponymous role. The film earned a reputation as being one of the most violent films ever made up to that point and was subsequently refused a certificate in Britain until 1993, when it was eventually issued an 18 certificate. Subsequent to this the film was downgraded to a 15 certificate in 2004. Although the name is referenced in over thirty "sequels" from the time of the film's release until the mid 1980s in an effort to capitalize on the success of the original, none of these films were official, featuring neither Corbucci nor Nero. Nero did reprise his role as Django in 1987's Django 2: Il Grande Ritorno (Django Strikes Again), in the only official sequel to be written by Corbucci.
A mildly sluggishly paced first half does almost nothing to dilute one of the all-time great movie heroes (complete with one of the all-time great movie hero theme songs).
What struck me this time around is how bifurcated Django the movie and Django the character are - in the first half, he's almost Batman-like, with his hat pulled over his eyes and dispassionately blowing people away with his pistol and then with (spoiler alert!) his machine gun. Then, he meets up with the Mexicans, his hat comes off, and all of a sudden he's a human being. It's a weird counterpoint to Eastwood's Man With No Name, and a dynamic I'd somehow not noticed before.
The sequence with Django taking back his gold is one of my favorite set-pieces ever, and a great example of the "cinema of process." And the whole movie takes place in a believably (but still entertainingly) scuzzy and evil world. Beautiful!
I don’t know if I can say anything coherent about Django, I’m too caught up staring into Franco Nero’s eyes (seriously, that man is soooo fine). The camera loves his eyes too, using them judiciously, withholding them until the most effective moments.
Django starts with an incredible image - the lone figure trudging across empty land, dragging a heavy coffin behind him, bringing death with him. That figure is an enigma, but the film gives just the right amount of information about him, at the right times.
The energy in the film is raw and explosive. There is a slow simmer that kept me intrigued. The villain is so bad, but not comically bad; rather, pure evil bad. A ballet…
The Italian Western a.k.a Spaghetti Western subgenre was born in the hands in one of (if not) the most important directors in the history of cinema, Sergio Leone, and since then, it has influenced thousands of well-known filmmakers, such as our beloved Quentin Tarantino. Everything that's cool about the subgenre is present in Sergio Corbucci's most iconic film, Django, which is an action-packed western full of wonderful moments to enjoy.
The most important element in Spaghetti Western films might be the new style of editing, which played a crucial role in Sergio Leone's masterpieces and which is also present in Corbucci's Django. The way the film shifts from character to character and from shot to shot is impressive, relying on…
DJANGO! OH-OH-OH, DJANGO!
YOU MUST GO ON! OH-OH-OH, DJANGOOOO!
Coolness on a plate. While the first third of this influential masterwork drags as much as the coffin Django carries with him, the rest of the film is absolute, unadulterated western nirvana. You've got France Nero staring at people in a way that only he and Clint Eastwood can do, you've got a seriously bad-ass machine gun, you've got dynamite, you've got ear-slicing, you've got prostitute mud-wrestling; it's all here.
I was surprised at how influential this actually turned out to be, and I'm fully satisfied. You can see where Tarantino got some of his inspiration for Django Unchained, especially in terms of soundtrack and the appearance of General Jackson's men (bag-heads!)
All in all, just awesome.
"Franco Nero", of course, is Latin for "great justice and impossible badassery".
I was pleased, watching this again in the middle of a hefty research project about trickster mythology, to find that it is, in fact, a trickster story. Many Westerns are about a stranger without a home coming into a troubled town, but few take the pains to make their wanderer as liminal as Django - a blue-eyed white man with a Spanish name coming into a town where the white population are violently persecuting the Mexicans. The side of justice appears to be obvious at first, but Django remains stubborn in his determination to exist in between. He also has elements of the psychopomp, a mythical archetype who…
Holy Fuck! If there is a cooler film than this I'd be gobsmacked (If any I'd suspect the French, 'Here's lookin at u Melville'). I don't think the film could have been more tailor made for entertaining me with the blending of the bloody Italian horror aesthetic and western genre that I've slowly begun to become familiar with. I do seriously think that my learners knowledge of 30-40-50s westerns and Italian film played a seriously big part in appreciating it just a smidge more than I'd've expected. Franco Nero completely dominated the blue eyed role but his supporting cast are most definitely equal opportunists with their larger than life roles completely working for me.
The westerns that I slowly watched…
Watch Django drag his coffin through the mud. Watch him shoot the shit out of Mexicans and KKK mutha fuckah's. Watch Franco Nero be a total bad ass. A classic for hard ass mutha fuckah's only! Pussies need not watch!
Bleak as fuck. Corbucci may not be the visual stylist that Leone was, but Corbucci's aesthetics are way better
Film #4 of the "Scavenger Hunt" Challenge!
Item #7: A film with a one-word title
A true Spaghetti Western classic. Sam Peckinpah ain't got shit on this film.
Django was white. Who knew? I also didn't know that there is an equivalent of the KKK in this movie, except they hate Mexicans instead of blacks, and they wear red hoods instead of white, but both burn crosses. Seriously, what the hell!?
The film definitely has moments that inspired other films, and even anime. Django drags a coffin with him, but it holds a BFG (Trigun was inspired by this, I guarantee it). A Mexican gang leader cuts off a guy's ear and feeds it to him (Reservoir Dogs inspired), even though we see that the guy grew the ear back later on.
The movie starts out like a typical Italian Spaghetti Western, without anything all that special about…
Another Yojimbo derivative, yet with enough bells and whistles to stand on its own. When I viewed A Fistfull of Dollars, I felt a bit grimy to watch a film that was so blatantly plagiarizing my beloved Kurosawa feature. Here, I don't feel an ounce of grime. Yes, the film takes us through all of the expected places, but there is enough narrative nuances and detours that surprises and entertains so thoroughly. If there is anything that annoyed me would be the camera work which is, at times, incredibly shaky to the point of nearly inducing a headache. I was a fan of the melodramatic tongue-in-cheek move-ins though! I am looking even more forward to Django Unchained now - I can see most of the elements from this film even in the last trailer for his upcoming feature now.
This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I couldn’t really talk about westerns without speaking about my very favourite, could I?
I’ve seen some pretty bad reviews of Argent’s BD release but I have to say I don’t really agree with them. The release is certainly problematic with some scenes looking overworked and others looking underworked but I don’t think the reviews stressed how good so much of this looks too. The caked mud, the gorgeous blue of Nero’s eyes, the glistening sweat, the dirty pores, the grizzly stubble, the history of the guns and the textures of the clothing, this is my favourite Western and seeing it in this kind of definition is so so glorious. This is what BD is about, people!
It’s rare that…
The body count is sky high in this classic spaghetti western, one of the bloodiest films of its time. Western movies are full of intense loners who roll into corrupt towns and shake things up and this one flies through the formula with gory, grimy style. It's got a severed ear, some mutilated limbs, lots of casual violent death and a sackful of clever touches and unpredictable turns. From your first glimpse of Franco Nero's black-hatted Django as he trudges the desert on foot and drags a creepy coffin behind him like a grim suitcase everywhere he goes, you know you're in for something unique. Banned in several countries at the time and a huge hit in others, it's on…
Un pouco sepultureiro si que é. Caralluda a metralladora de sete estalos...
No idea if there is a list for this yet, but I think I will keep this as kind of…