Django Unchained

blood blooder bloodest... fuck am I going to write a serious review, am I? What else can top a Christoph Waltz all timer performance? I'll tell you what— Jaime Foxx blowing them brains and flesh red out on Tupac's verses. Each time I watch a Tarantino movie, Whatsoever might the epic be, my favourite frame always is when the card comes and says Quentinen and Tarantined by Writtin Directino— everytime I just sit back, and admire the heck off what a fantafuckingbulously amazing screenwriter he is. I just start to imagine his rewrites, his scarps, his drafts, his long cuts, his cut pages. You know for a fact that a 4 hour Django would be as amusing if not more than the final cut. He's just so good. Mind you, I'm not even considering his Direction yet. Now enough of that pretentious pal. Christoph. I know everyone one of us has just watched not anymore than 5 of his movies, but I also bet that for everyone, he is the best showman of that film. I'd piss my pants if Landa ever confronts me, but I also know, if ever Schultz hands me a gig, I trust him more than anyone. Christoph just nails his characters everytime. Even when he isn't the foreground of the frame, he is building that damn scene from the behind—with his nods, with his stares, with his gestures—all the time. Samuel goddamn Jackson. how he so good the craft huh. What else do we write in a review, Ah yes, music. Again, Tarantino, everytime just puts up his music perfectly in the film. Never gives it enough time though, neither does start or end at apt notes, but somehow it clicks every time around. The climax and the payoff is so good. Maza hi aa jata hai each time you watch it. bye, itna hi likhna ata hai.