Okay, I’ve thought about it a lot, and I just don’t like it.  Sorry.  I defend Quentin Tarantino’s right to make any film he wants and my right not to like it.

There is no ideological depth or coherence, which is a problem when the film is supposed to be about the evils of slavery.

Curiously, Django Unchained reminds me a lot of The Wild Wild West (1999), the film that precipitated “the sex talk” in my household when my son was a little boy, but that’s another story.

The Wild Wild West replaced a white actor from the television series (that I used to watch after school in syndication when I was a little girl) with an African American actor and dealt with race and slavery with a few offensive lynching jokes and a wink and a nudge.

It’s all so much more complex than that.