Django Unchained

Django Unchained ★★★½

Now that Tarantino has carte blanche to indulge any proclivity, deciphering intent in his recent amalgamated epics has become tough. They're like listening to someone that's intensely knowledgeable get lost in their passion. You're only left with trusting the pictures and assertions that the obsessive paints.

So Django Unchained's dives into crowd-pleasing levity often flung with Gak-like blood recalling Planet Terror (2007) clashes with the Antebellum South's deserved seriousness. This might give hint at the genius Tarantino's honed over the years. He can simply nod in agreement to all the critical analysis proclaiming he's once again assembled high art from what was generally considered lowbrow entertainment.

Foxx's performance has just the right amount of "man out of time" panache, Waltz's Inglorious Basterds (2010) Oscar deserved the accompaniment, and DiCaprio knows how to turn tension on a dime. Jackson constructs such a strong portrait of a race traitor that he competes in vileness. Zoë Bell and Tom Savini appear nearly hidden as part of a feral pact of man-trackers. Just that nagging question whether the film's nuanced strokes are more happy accident from the encyclopedic knowledge of its mastermind over something definable. Watched via The Weinstein Company's Blu-ray.