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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…
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.
I can't stress enough how effective the soundtrack is in this, before Tarantino completely snatched up the entire thing. And if the main hero theme isn't your new party-crasher-as-party-savior entrance music, make it so immediately. I assure you, it will not leave the heads of the party casualties.
Over the weekend I had a long, rambling conversation with a friend of mine about the various merits of what we pejoratively called "trash cinema" (a term that covered everything from John Waters movies to Herschell Gordon Lewis gore-fests to whatever-sploitation films). He had taken offense to the less than glowing review that I had given Gregg Araki's The Doom Generation, and used this as a recrimination of my trash cinema bona fides. The argument eventually degraded (as such arguments tend to do) into a shouting match of "you don't get it/yes I do" and no progress was made whatsoever. But the conversation did make me think about my ever-shifting cinematic tastes, and whether I have somehow outgrown an appreciation…
Film #44 of No Rewatch November
Worst dub ever. Absolutely terrible. The badass factor of the film was victorious in the end though!
I'm convinced that there is a very dark movie somewhere in here. There were glimpses in the hand/horses scene which was fantastic. The dubbing ruined the seriousness of the movie but if I ever get my hands on an italian version I'm sure I'll love this movie.
Damn the theme song is ridiculously catchy. Django is an action packed western that benefits from exactly that component. The characters aren't all that deep, and neither is the plot, but it's an explosive western that's pretty fun to watch as it moves along.
In the beginning, Django isn't all that enthralling. It moves slow, kind of like Django dragging his damn coffin. I think this movie would have been a whole lot better if a friend of mine didn't spoil what Django carries around in his coffin. Sure that bit was ruined for me, but it was still awesome to see that reveal. If I only I went in blind knowing nothing, that reveal would have made the film.…
The most surprising thing about the eternally popular Django is how down-beat the whole thing is. You could easily accuse Corbucci in having no sympathy for any of his characters, but this was a very daring deconstruction of the genre at the time it came out. Djngo doesn't want to rejoice in any glory, or even in the money he's trying to obtain. He's tired of life, we can see it in his eyes, tired of this world. A world that has little to offer in terms of happiness.
"You can clean up the mess, but don't touch my coffin." - Django
Django opens with a tremendous theme song. It is quite cheesy, but so fucking tremendous. And who dubbed this shit?! Numerous spaghetti westerns have suffered from this issue, but it is probably somehow a good thing.
Franco Nero is such a cool guy. Not quite as cool as Clint Eastwood's man with no name, but still an ice cold motherfucker. His ability to stare down his opponents with his almost alien eyes is his coolest asset and rivals Eastwood in that aspect.
Fun Spaghetti Western
Corbucci gives the impression that he threw some bandoliers at some guys and told them this was going to be a faux-Leone cheapo. The results are legitimately astonishing; I'm just going to roll over and describe it as "headbutting the improbable." Dozens of people tossing themselves into the mud like some DeMille epic in microcosm, a paranoid camera trying to capture all of it... and what it is is a tale of weakness and defeat.
Look ma, no hands!
50 unauthorized remakes
30 bodies dead in the mud
2 blue eyes
1 bad ass motherfucker
"You can clean up the mess now but don't touch my coffin."
One of the best spaghettis, and one of the few that really breaks out of the cult ghetto to stand alongside the best Westerns outright. Sergio Corbucci's original is almost a horror with its' apocalyptic muddy town, saddistic villains and humourless, nihilistic protagonist. All the stuff sixties critics wrongly accused the Man With No Name of being, Django is - whatever glimpses of humanity we get in the coffin-dragging cowboy are brutally knocked out before the end.
Always a fun watch, one of the main spaghetti westerns that Franco Nero is well known for (in the many he's acted in).
War raging between Mexican bandits and a US Major's group of soldiers and Django is caught somewhere in the middle, lots of action ensues for this classic.
I do recommend watching this in the original Italian language with English subtitles.
Saw the uncut version with italian languange.
A great western. This what an action movie looks when is shot like a horror movie
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