Apparently I didn't actually review this one, though I made my thoughts clear on a certain forum.
Put it this way. Tarantino has a style, which he just fucking loves to employ in all of his films, but I believe I may have outgrown his style, if that's even possible. Django feels like an incoherent mish-mash of Tarantino's brain. It's as if his inner ghetto soul has leaked out at intervals, and he couldn't help but include it in a film about slavery in the 1860s.
I don't get it. I don't understand why someone would randomly include hip hop music during slow-mo scenes.
Also, the film is far too long, and whilst the action scenes are typically Tarantino-esque, he maybe goes a bit OTT on the way the characters' bodies react when shot, and the amount of blood they let out.
Anyway, not a fan.
I'd suggest a 6/10, but that may be generous.
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