I said I wasn’t going to write about Django
Unchained. For over a year I’ve been teaching a course on the imaging of
blackness in Hollywood films, and because of this, analyzing Django felt like
work and during my semester break, no less.
But a response to the movie was writing
itself in my head anyway, waking me up in the middle of the night. I’ve read a
lot of the criticism about Django, but I haven’t read exactly what I was
thinking after I’d seen the film, so here I am, writing about Django when I promised
myself I would not. Maybe this exercise will silence the voices so that I can enjoy the rest of my break.
Here’s what I’ve read that I agree with:
2.) The women characters are weak. More about
this below, but in response to remarks that we should cheer this film because a
black man rescues a black woman, I say this: I have not been sitting around
twiddling my thumbs and waiting for a film about a black woman being rescued by
her man. I don’t consider that a revolutionary plot line. A love story? Yes. And
a narrative as old as patriarchy itself. Besides, I don’t need nor desire a
Tarantino depiction of black-on-black love in the Age of Obama, when we have a
real-life Brother President with a real-life black wife who is the president’s
equal in intelligence and charisma.
3.) Christoph Waltz’s
character serves as the archetypal white savior. The fact that he dies towards
the end doesn’t change that fact.
Here are a few more thoughts I’ve had about this film:
1.) The problems listed
above could have been solved with better writing and editing. In the end, I take
issue with all of Tarantino’s movies (see #4 below) because of their “cool
cynicism” and nihilism as bell hooks calls it. But I have also seen evidence
that Tarantino can create cinematic moments that disrupt our accepted
mythologies.
The writing
and editing for this latest movie doesn’t do that so much, not compared to moments we’ve seen in earlier Tarantino flicks, like Inglourious Basterds or Kill Bill.
Take the fight scene between Vivica Fox
and Uma Thurman in the first Kill Bill movie. That scene is an image of
modern womanhood that challenges our ideas about women as victims. In it, you
have two assassins, one black, one white, and both equally bad-ass, engaged in
a bloody death fight inside a Pasadena bungalow. The house has pastel colored walls and
kid toys scattered on the lawn. The fact that the women take a brief break from their bloody knife fight when
Vivica’s daughter comes home from school simply highlights the incongruity between
the characters’ violent capabilities and the placid environment and nurturing
roles that they must play in their community.
In fact, all of the women in Kill Bill are strong and
have a lot of agency as characters. QT messes this up by portraying Bill as the boss in
charge of the women assassins. And he includes gratuitous violence that lacks
any enlightened purpose. This is what bell hooks means when she writes that
Tarantino seduces you with subversive potential and then fails to deliver,
choosing instead to affirm the status quo. But for the sake of argument, let’s
acknowledge what is radical in Kill Bill: that the focus is on women and
not Bill who you never see in Volume I. Bill is always off stage, a disembodied
voice, like Charlie in Charlie’s Angels.
Tarantino could have started that movie with Bill
since he’s the main target of Uma Thurman’s revenge, but he doesn’t. Tarantino
could have included one continuous and gratuitously violent scene of the failed
assassination of Thurman. Instead he spliced up the failed assassination
and went back to it throughout the movie. It served as backstory for the revenge that
Thurman’s character seeks. The mentoring that Thurman receives from a master swordsman is a short scene in the middle. The main focus in Kill Bill is always the big
payback.
The problem in Django is that it takes too long to get
to the payback. More than half of that movie is mentoring and build-up to the revenge. And
the revenge is not personal because Django was never a slave on the Candie Land
plantation and was never directly harmed by those in charge of that plantation.
By comparison, the revenge is extremely personal in Kill Bill. Uma Thurman is
trying to kill women who tried to kill her. And the first scene is the fight
between Vivica and Uma. In other words, that movie starts with violent female
wrath which felt more radical than Jamie Foxx’s brief shoot-out at the end of a
nearly 3 hour movie. In Kill Bill I knew I was watching a strong and fearless
character from the beginning. In Django, Foxx seemed restrained throughout the
whole movie. Where was his anger and cunning? Why should I believe that he was
going to be capable of unmerciful killing?
And where were the bad-ass women in Django, characters
with strength equal to a Harriet Tubman or Sojourner Truth? Why couldn’t Kerry
Washington have held a gun sometime before the final seconds as she rode off
with her man? Why couldn’t she have blown off one or two heads in the course of
the movie? In Inglourious Basterds, Tarantino revises the history of WWII so
that the war is ended by two Jewish men, one Jewish woman, and a black
Frenchman. And they kill hundreds of people, including Hitler, with explosives
and gunfire. That felt more subversive
than Jamie Foxx riding off on a horse with his wife.
Django Unchained also missed opportunities for metafictional
commentary (a staple in Tarantino movies) that could have solved his imaging
problems. What if he’d allowed some “meta” moments regarding black archetypes
in Hollywood films? I believe this is
what Sam Jackson was going for with his over-the-top portrayal of the house
negro, Stephen. But the portrayal fails in the end because it’s too cartoonish and we end
up laughing at him instead of with him. Yes, Stephen is despicable, but
where’s the ironic reference that this archetype, the Uncle Tom, is despicable?
How might the film have been changed if Django had
repeatedly interrupted the long monologues of his mentor, Christoph Waltz, during
the first half? Hushed him, in fact? What if Django had said “Ssh,don’t speak, don’t speak” to his mentor a la Diane Wiest in Bullets Over Broadway, stealing the spotlight from Waltz? How might this upending of
Waltz’s archetypal savior have added to the film?
2.) For a truly riveting,
page-turning portrayal of a slave rebellion I’d recommend The Book of Night Women by Marlon James. This novel has descriptions of violence
and torture on a Jamaican slave plantation that still haunt
me years after reading it. In James's fictional account, the slave rebellion is planned
and led by women.
3.) Django Unchained
reminds me of why we need more stories by black women writers and filmmakers. I
would never think to write a black female slave as a damsel-in-distress, and
certainly not without a transgressive twist that was obvious. If QT’s purpose is to get us to
think in new ways about history or movie genres, why not use Kerry
Washington’s character to challenge accepted conventions?
"Tarantino has the real nihilism of our times down. He represents the ultimate in 'white cool': a hard-core cynical vision that would have everyone see racism, sexism, homophobia but behave as though none of that shit really matters, or if it does it means nothing, 'cause none of it's gonna change, 'cause the real deal is that domination is here to stay--going nowhere and, everybody is in on the act..... Tarantino's films are the ultimate in sexy cover-ups of very unsexy mind-fuck. They titillate with subversive possibility (scenes that are so fine you are just blown away--like that wonderful moment when Vincent and Mia do the twist in Pulp Fiction), but then everything kinda comes right back to normal. And normal is finally a multicultural world where white supremacy is intact."
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