Django. A film of two halves.

Quentin, I wanted to like this, I did.
No, fuck it, I wanted to love it.

Half a fucking great film, the first half, the titles, the music, the plot.
There is no doubt you have more fun and love for a genre
than any other director. Brilliant. Fell in love with it. But then I felt all the Tarantino machinery kick in, it was like being on a ride at a crap funfair,
you were on rails and you know exactly where it's going,
Whoa! Here comes the big drop everybody!
Hey! here's a sharp turn.
Blood. And a fair amount of guts.
But not in the way it should have been.

And why are your female characters so shit in this?
If they're not simpering weirdly they're weeping and cowering.
Like wet tossers. For fuck's sake. Jackie Brown is your greatest film so far,
so I know you love strong interesting women characters. Come on!

And was it vanity that made you act in the film?
If so, shoot yourself in the head.
Because you definitely shot yourself in the foot.
What the fuck was that accent all about?
Fucking Australian? An Australian who spent a long time in Nigeria?
An Australian from Mars?
Did you go to the same fucking vocal coach as Don Cheadle
did for Oceans Eleven? The worse cockney accent ever?
Don made Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins (Meary Pawpins)
Sound like Michael Caine in Alfie.

6/10.
Don't do it again.

PS. We all know slavery is a BAD THING.
Don't kid yourself you taught us anything.