Rarely does a movie disturb me enough to warrant a comment on Belltower News.
Django did.
Christophe Waltz’s performance was worthy of praise. If only…
If only there wasn’t an amount of violence and blood that would make Sam Pekinpah blanche.
As Billy Crash, Walton Googins was worthy of praise in demonstrating a broad character repertoire going from Shane Vendrell to Boyd Crowder to Wells Hutchins in Lincoln to this castrating character.
The scene with the glowing Bowie knife was another stretch taken by Tarantino. I said if he does that, I’m leaving. I don’t know what kept me in the theater.
The fascination of watching the scene of a horrible disaster, I suppose.
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