Seen recently at Aksarben Cinema
My dad loved Westerns. I remember watching the "How the West Was Won" television mini-series with him when I was in high school. There's just something magical about the genre - the stark beauty of the landscape, the sheer determination of simple folk to do what it takes to get through the day, the absolute rightness and wrongness of the time.
There's a little bit of all of that in Django Unchained, plus a whole lot of blood geisers, bad hair and rotten teeth. Jamie Foxx makes one badass slave-turned-bounty hunter who's on a mission to save his wife, and I'd kill for his green corduroy jacket (think Little Joe from "Bonanza"). But you never get to know him, which is a mistake - as is cutting his hair when he earns his freedom. The other bright spots in the long and rather ho-hum execution of the plot - Christoph Waltz's turn as Django's mentor and the cameos from a number of good ole' boys.
Bonus Bones: -2
The pair of killer dogs in this one are pure evil - way to set the dog world back, Quentin.
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