Django Unchained will both entertain and enlightenDjango
despite what the Blacker-than-Black “Black Puritans”
are moaning about, is a movie that elicits the wrath of Rednecks like
Sean Hannity, AM Hate Radio and the FOX
News pundits... and any
movie that achieves that alone is a “cinematic masterpiece” in my
Spike’s joint Malcolm X... no one motion picture can
“say it all, and be all to all...” it’s just a movie. Perhaps we ought not place them on such a pedestal, no?
movie can’t cure
Cancer, let alone racism. It’s merely a flick, not a
200-year-old hidden documentary that will shine a light on the genocide
committed. If you’re intellectually curious about this horrific era in US
you’ll have to read a few books.
“How do you keep a secret from a Black man...? Put it between
of a book... he’ll never, ever look there.” Even his “own story”
hidden there. Now, if you put it in on a silver-screen... everyone’s
I’m not here to damn a
movie I found so highly entertaining that I laughed my Black ass off.
contrary, I found this vehicle to be illuminating. It shined a light on
aspects of American slavery that are shunned - the “White male
complex” and their sexual desires.
encompassed the cameo
character roles that stole the show.
DiCaprio’s diabolically charming “Mr. Candy” offers a sharp comparison to today’s NCAA football farm system
played a “complicated” role to perfection, that of a slave on a mission
his wife and ride off into the sunset, while Chris Waltz was enchanting
interesting - a titanium-tongued liberal/progressive dentist
slash Bounty Hunter - extremes embodied in one
actors brought their
characters to life, and that’s the greatest accolade I can lay down.
significantly, Django Unchained opened a window into the US
past, helping to enlighten the masses to today’s White man... a glimpse
time n’ place when White men “had their way” by any horrific means
and today they’d rather the curtains stay drawn and the window closed,
baby, the past ain’t pretty...
snatched the blinds back n’ opened the window.
sharp satire and irony
that runs rampant throughout the ride is just that, stinging satire - Mr Webster,
please: The use of humor, irony,
exaggeration, or ridicule to expose and criticize people’s stupidity or
witty language used to convey insults or scorn particularly in the
contemporary, topical issues sarcasm.
you can’t get to this,
all I can say is - irony’s wasted on the stupid.
ought to receive an Oscar, because he sure as hell gets a “Desi”
for bringing to life “why” plantation owners were willing to defend
“unique” way of life. Sonny Crockett surrounded himself with voluptuous
curvaceous Nubian creatures to pleasure him on his whim...
easy, and “big pimpin’” is a...
DiCaprio and Johnson play
two roles I never really pondered
the importance of in the land
of Dixie... pimp.
diabolically charming “Mr. Candy,” who is on the side
for “sport” and profit, keeps a stable of Mandingos whom he pits
gladiators owned by other White men of means, and thereby offers a
comparison to today’s NCAA football farm system. Try “plantations,”
NFL is “Candyland.”
Django Unchained opened a window into the US pastOf
course, a century ago,
the equation of professional boxers to slaves, pitted against one
the death, was an easy analogy. Recall Ken Norton, cast in Holly-rock’s
Exploitation must see “Mandingo.” But now, today, 150 years beyond
bondage, the non-reading masses don’t “make the connection” as easily.
course, the gladiators in the ring like Floyd Mayweather,
or on the hardwood like Kobe,
or on the gridiron like RGIII and Ray-Ray, are making millions so the
exploitation aspect is diminished.
manipulation and profiting off Black men... it still, today, entices
pleasures a certain segment of White men - conservative aristocrat
deplore Obama and love Rush Limbaugh.
note: if the players
are making millions, then what are the team/plantation owners making? The broadcasting empire moguls and Wall Street
the players are broke
n’ busted 5 years out of the league, no accumulated wealth, no college
earned... who’s the pimp and who’s the more-than-willing, high-priced
working for what can comparatively be called “slave wages?”
pitting of man against man, until the barbaric death... along with the
“back-drop” of each scene, brought to life the inhumane indifference
Blacks, the “devaluation of Black life.” Forgive me for being brutally
but as a Black man, and I speak for no, not “all Blacks” but surely for
millions upon millions of Black folks, this flick was successful in
illustrating, in stark Black n’ white and in vivid Technicolor, the
“indifference” White folks held for Blacks in yesteryear – and which is
evident, even rampant, today.
note the “different”
treatment Blacks receive at the hands of doctors, bankers, policemen,
teachers... i.e., health, finance, law enforcement, and education.
a lack of a better,
more appropriate way of putting it, a large segment of White society is
treating Black Americans like Niggers, as they can get-away with it.
was placed in a metal pit, naked, as punishment, a “little beaten up.”
telling you, it’s no wonder today’s card-carrying Tea Party
yearns to be able, like their grandpas did, “to demand”
an ol’ Black lady give up her seat on a
on that movie set
understood that was the poignant point the movie was making.
all I’m saying,
how funky was
Tarantino’s Lasagna Western… it highlighted the White man’s
of “Jungle Fever.” Please, let’s all recognize and admit the White man
talk about his “jones” for Black women - if
else it alienates his only ally, White women. Go figure.
lip-injections, risking “Cancer” to look tanned and bronzed... Barbie’s
to fulfill somebody’s fantasy, yes?
Johnson’s “Big Daddy”
role provided an idea of the “Hugh Heffner” lifestyle a man of means
maintain within the “peculiar institution” that was the South. When I
Limbaugh insulting the First Lady’s Coke-bottle figure and attacking
Black women, I can only imagine the ebony beauties he’d have in his
he lived during those good ol’ days.
“rejection and deploring” of Black women is merely a “front” put up to
frustration and anger surrounding the historical fact Black women, for
the history of this country, are not available for the White man’s
on a goddamn whim.
If you’re intellectually curious about this horrific era in US history, you’ll have to read a few book
not dismiss this
fact: man to man, sitting in a locker room or clubhouse, there was a
ruling class of White men who had grown accustomed to, can we say, a
bedding women who looked like Beyonce,
Union, Tina Turner, Lena Horne, Eartha Kitt, Pearl Bailey, Dorothy Dandridge, Halle
Berry - owning
them like property, doing with them what they wished... on a whim. The
that facilitates this, as well as a damn near free labor pool with
construct an empire - many White men were willing to fight for and
way of life, no? It was the “American Dream.”
interestingly, we saw
the role of Negroes so brainwashed they did the bidding of their
Samuel L. Jackson’s role, Steven, is the foundation, the cornerstone of
Black Conservatives - he embodies what is Judge Clarence Thomas, Ward Connerly, Thomas Sowell and the rest of the boot-lickin’ Black Republicans.
doubt many Black
Republicans will deny that Steven is the character
with whom they can be most closely identify, and I hope they feel the
“shame.” How can these bastards support a political party that opposed
Holiday, and yet back Apartheid, which has spawned the most recent
reincarnation of the KKK - the TEA Party?
can JC Watts offer
rhyme reason n’ rational in order to minimize and honestly justify the
animosity and outright hatred erupting out of Mount Redneck?
Because they’re cut from the same
cloth as Steven.
Unchained will continue to be talked-about for years to
come, just as Pulp Fiction still is, not to mention Django
Unchained will generate conversations much deeper and complex than
Tyler Perry has produced or, for that matter, ever will.
in the end, Django Unchained will both
entertain and enlighten, shine a
light on history and on the undeniable connections to the contemporary
climate in our unquestionably polarized nation. What more can be asked
Columnist, Desi Cortez, was
hatched in the heart of Dixie, circa 1961, at the dawning of the age of
Aquarius, the by-product of four dynamic individuals, Raised in
the 213, at age 14 transplanted to the base of the Rockies, Denver. Still a Mile-Hi. Sat at the feet of scholars for
moons, emerging with a desire and direction… if not a sheep-skin.
thru life; gone a-lot places, done a-lot of things, raised a man-cub
good, strong man, produced a beautiful baby-girl with my
aired my mind on the airwaves and wrote some stuff along the way. Click here to contact Mr. Cortez.