Rydges Kensington London
Django Unchained is now showing at the Odeon Cinemas in Kensington High Street.
The ‘D’ is silent. Payback won’t be.
I guess some people have to be a Quentin Tarantino fan to enjoy his work. Your humble blogger became one during Pulp Fiction and cemented that ‘fanship’ with Kill Bill.
Too much violence? Maybe.
Over the top? Absolutely.
Brilliant? You bet.
To me Tarantino looks on filmmaking as art as well as craft. When you see a good Spielberg movie you nod and acknowledge his amazing film craft. It’s not ‘art’. Tarantino could sign his movies bottom right corner and whack them in a frame. Except that he’d probably sign it top left corner just to be different. Here are reviews of Django Unchained from some of the top print critics in the United States…
Like “Inglourious Basterds,” Django Unchained is crazily entertaining, brazenly irresponsible and also ethically serious in a way that is entirely consistent with its playfulness. (A.O. Scott, New York Times)
In “Django,” Tarantino is a man unchained, creating his most articulate, intriguing, provoking, appalling, hilarious, exhilarating, scathing and downright entertaining film yet. (Betsy Sharkey, Los Angeles Times)
The most consistently entertaining movie of 2012. It’s 165 minutes long and shouldn’t be a minute shorter, a film of surprises, both in story and in casting, and of moments of agonizing, teased-out tension. The dialogue is dazzling. (Mick Lasalle, San Francisco Chronicle)
The film doesn’t play it safe, so neither will I. Instead, I’ll say that it finds Mr. Tarantino perched improbably but securely on the top of a production that’s wildly extravagant, ferociously violent, ludicrously lurid and outrageously entertaining, yet also, remarkably, very much about the pernicious lunacy of racism and, yes, slavery’s singular horrors. (Joe Morgenstern, Wall Street Journal)
The movie Quentin Tarantino has written and directed is corkscrewed, inside-out, upside-down, simultaneously clear-eyed and completely out of its mind. (Wesley Morris, Boston Globe)