Directed by: Quentin Tarantino
Starring: Jamie Foxx, Christoph Waltz, Leonardo DiCaprio
Oh, Quentin Tarantino, the man who thinks that the end-all be-all of entertainment is a man swearing while being covered in blood from a hose. This movie is basically a three hour long expose of how many times a white director can get away with having his characters yell “nigger,” with his traditional Dragon Age-style blood splatter to keep people glued to the screen in the meanwhile. I hate it.
Jamie Foxx plays a freed slave who instantly becomes a badass bounty hunter helping a creepy German kill dudes in the old west. Eventually he has to go free his wife, who was sold to Leonardo DiCaprio.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen anyone ham it up as much as DiCaprio does in this film. It’s downright embarrassing, somewhat reminiscent of Daniel Day-Lewis, only without the gravitas to actually be able to pull it off. Everything else is just typical for a Tarantino film; lots of people talking incessantly, only to be interrupted by forty minute fight scenes and people are just walking bags of blood waiting to be popped. I don’t understand how anyone could find entertainment here.