2012, QuentinTarantino (seriously?) -- download
Jamie Foxx is Django (silent D) but, to me, this movie was all about Waltz as Dr. King Schulz. Sure, it's Foxx's vehicle and namesake but really, its all about the dialogue coming forth from the educated dentist now bounty hunter. This is a man of very defined, very not North American values. He completely understands where slavery fits into the economics and culture of the America he is visiting. But he doesn't care and will not have any of it. So, he buys him, frees him and takes Django under his wing, teaches him all about hunting men and promises to help Django get back his wife Broomhilda.
I cannot overlook the supporting roles of Leonardo DiCaprio and Samuel L. Jackson. DiCaprio is Candie, the oh so friendly and likable plantation owner obsessed with bare-fisted fighting and the psychology of the black man, or as his shallow intellectual mind sees it. Jackson is his aged man servant, Stephen, and the real power behind Candieland. Candie is just someone you expect to fail while Stephen is someone you desperately want to just fucking die. He is evil, downright nasty, holding onto his place of power in a world where it won't really let him have any. That he can shift between the mewling old slave into the brandy appreciating miscreant is a sly grin. Jackson is perfect. It is through them that the ultra-violence, one of the signatures of a Tarantino movie, is ignited. Candie lights the fuse under Django but Stephen is the dynamite, quite literally and he goes out with a bang. Rim shot.
Kent's more indept review. Poster by Mike Butkus.