mak

honestly, i hate quentin tarantino, but fuck, this movie is genuinely a masterpiece. jamie foxx's acting never fails to impress me, and his portrayal as django was truly phenomenal. also, i'm such a christoph waltz fan—every role i've seen of his is always a favorite of mine. kudos to kerry washington, just wish we saw more of her. it felt like her lines were minimal in this film, and i hoped for a more passionate reunion that consisted of some heartfealt monologue. probably just the hopeless romantic in me, but this *was *a tale of unconditional love. not just romantically, but platonically, in a way. to me, the relationship between django and dr. schultz—this mentor/mentee dynamic—showcases a form of love that i absolutely adore. despite the odds, dr. schultz grows fond of django and takes him under his wing. during times where a white man—a german immigrant no less—and a black, enslaved man are to be foes, dr. schultz welcomes django. he doesn't give django his freedom (django earns that himself); he gives him a lifelong friendship. their on-screen friendship was one of the best parts of this movie.

absolute mind-fuck. brilliant, revolutionary, and massively gay.