Easily the lesser of all of Tarantinos movies, with perhaps the greatest performance in any of Tarantinos movies. And that's saying something.
This is the Christoph Waltz show, no two ways about it. His Dr. King is so captivating that Django becomes an afterthought, which is kind of ok, because Jamie Fox doesn't exactly light the world on fire with his performance.
So yeah. It's a very visually appealing movie with an AMAZING performance by the lead, but a lot of it is not up to the usual Tarantino standards. Too much of it felt forced. And there's only so many times you can hear the word nigger before you start to wonder if some of the script is just trying to get a rise out of the audience.
Like I said earlier, I don't think Fox did all that great a job here. I didn't mind the Sam Jackson character as much as many others have said they did, but whatever.
I wont give any spoilers but after a certain event occurs, with about 30 minutes left in the film, I sort of stopped caring, which doesn't speak too much for the lead or how well the movie gets him over.
Really good movie, with a performance by Waltz that richly deserved the Oscar he won, but not quite the overall level of film I was hoping for or expecting.
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