After watching the first two-thirds of the movie and thinking it was fabulous, I watched the conclusion of Django Unchained and now I'm really upset. What happens is that Django kills all the white people who done him wrong, and then a whole lot more of them who never done him at all. Then he and his wife, who he has finally rescued from her evil white masters, ride off into the sunset. The audience is certainly happy for both of them, since they suffered such hideous abuse as slaves, but still--I can't help feeling a tad skeptical that racial harmony is high on either of their bucket lists. The bottom line: Where Martin Luther King, Jr. had a dream, Django had a nightmare. God only knows where Quentin Tarantino fits in.
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