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"You sure that's him?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know if you're positive?"
"I don't know what, 'positive,' means."
"It means you're sure."
"Yes, I'm sure that's Ellis Brittle. I'm positive he dead."
Not simply a Western, or more accurately, a Southern, Django Unchained is an epic of African American mythology.
When Django is found and subsequently purchased by Dr. Schultz, he begins his Odyssey, first helping Schultz in his bid to bring the Brittle brothers to justice and securing his freedom. Then continuing to earn the money and reputation to facilitate his search for his wife, Broomhilda.
And Django's a natural. When he picks up a gun, there's never any doubt that his bullet will hit its mark and it doesn't just pierce the flesh and organs of his target. It practically explodes, rupturing arteries in geysers, nay, waves, of blood. It's a sight to behold.
His is a righteous anger and none would dispute that it's meted out upon those who truly deserve it.