Although I haven't watched too many westerns, in this film you can indeed see the shadows of classic westerns such as the old version of "Ginger", "Little Tiger" and "Billy Kid". Including Quentin's own previous series of works.
The soundtrack is great. Especially the opening song in the 1966 version of "Ginger" from the Argentine singer Luis Bacalov extended Django. It has a strong flavor of Red Dead Redemption.
Be sure to compliment Christoph Waltz first, after the cunning and ruthless Nazi officer in "Shameless Bastard", this time he dedicated a humorous, witty bounty hunter with a sense of justice. After he appeared on the stage, people have been wondering what he felt at ease. It was not until he finally hung up that he was really a decent role.
Jimie Foxx performed quite well as the male number one. I personally felt that at the end of the film, he was left with too much time to play invincible and single against a full screen of enemies, taking up too much of the scene.
Leonardo has made a breakthrough this time. If I remember correctly, it should be the first time to play the villain. The yellow teeth chewing the tobacco leaves and the shiny hairstyle and the greedy and cruel smile are very bonus points. The whole film is one of the few places where people's heartbeat speeds up.
Kerry Washington and JF really have a husband-and-wife relationship, and they acted as husband and wife for the second time. But basically, there is not much room for performance other than screaming and being abused, the standard Quentin-style vase.
It's not the first time Samuel Jackson has played the villain, but in this film, as an old cunning and cruel slave-keeper and watchdog who robbed the limelight of the little plum, it seemed a bit too happy to die, and justice was not done at all. It should be more miserable.
In this film, Quentin gave up many of her best and favorite elements of fans, and the dizzying multi-line narrative disappeared. The only black humor left was the white hood, and there were not so many chatterings. Now, the plasma stumps are still flying in the sky, and the only thing that is unforgettable is that the two blacks gouged their eyes when they were fighting. Quentin sacrificed his masterpieces and, with the most unique understanding of movies, spent more energy to pay tribute to classic westerns and his past. It's awe-inspiring at the same time, isn't it?
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