Django Unchained, starring Jamie Foxx and Christoph Waltz has been — like most Quentin Tarantino vehicles — extremely well recieved.  However, at this point in my moviewatching experience, I am positively Quentin Tarantinoed out.  It isn’t that I’ve tired of his style, I still think he’s a genius, but it seems that he is perfectly aware that most of the movie community sees him as a genius.

I fully expect a Tarantino movie to contain ample blood spattering and various over the top elements of cinema.  My qualm with Django Unchained is that it pushes the envelope of each of these elements.  The signature extended dialogue scene lasts for what must be about half an hour this time around, and is one of the most lethargically unneccesary scenes in the film.

I’m sure many people reading this are probably fans of Django Unchained, which is perfectly understandable.  It is certainly a well crafted film, with little to critique in the area of technical prowess; it is however, the philosophy behind this movie that I cannot quite stomach.  Tarantino has long been known for his excessive violence.  In his own words:

“Violence is one of the most fun things to watch.