*shakes head* Have you seen Inglourious Basterds? There's a great narrative and thematic complexity there. It's not the same as in PF at all, where he fucks with the timeline -- here he's fucking with not just your narrative expectations, but your narrative engagement and your character sympathies. It's really challenging the audience time and again. He dares you to sympathize with Nazis and condemn American GIs -- or vengeance-craving Jews. It's not flawless but I never felt like I was watching a retread of anything, least of all his previous work.I have noticed that a lot of people, even a lot of people who are nominally "movie people," conversant in film history and the rules of how movies tell stories (if not necessarily in the academic sense, at least on the gut level) are unwilling to give Tarantino any credit for Inglourious Basterds, even though it is in some ways the most audacious and interesting movie he's ever made. I don't know why IB gets singled out for that kind of dismissal, but I've seen it all over, in person and online, and I just find it strange.
American Slavery Was Not A Sergio Leone Spaghetti Western.It Was A Holocaust.My Ancestors Are Slaves.Stolen From Africa.I Will Honor Them.The thing that Spike Lee is totally missing here – and frankly it's a little shocking that he's missing it, considering that he's been a freaking film professor for at least a decade now – is that QT actually really likes Spaghetti Westerns. He has a reverence for Spaghetti Westerns. And why the hell not? What precisely is wrong with Spaghetti Westerns? That kind of blunt dismissal of whole genres kind of bugs me. You could blithely label a chunk of Spike Lee's movies "hip hop / urban" movies and dismiss them; that'd be just as bad.
Oddly enough, where I got the idea for the Klan guys [in Django Unchained] -- they're not Klan yet, the Regulators arguing about the bags [on their heads] -- as you may well know, director John Ford was one of the Klansmen in The Birth of a Nation, so I even speculate in the piece: Well, John Ford put on a Klan uniform for D.W. Griffith. What was that about? What did that take? He can't say he didn't know the material. Everybody knew The Clansman at that time as a piece of material... And yet he put on the Klan uniform. He got on the horse. He rode hard to black subjugation. As I'm writing this -- and he rode hard, and I'm sure the Klan hood was moving all over his head as he was riding and he was riding blind -- I'm thinking, wow. That probably was the case. How come no one's ever thought of that before? Five years later, I'm writing the scene and all of a sudden it comes out...I mean – wow. I've had a reverence for John Ford for a long time – I even thought that maybe The Searchers said something interesting about overcoming racism. And maybe it says... something. But this is going to make me completely reevaluate John Ford. Really, wow. He was one of the Klan members in Birth Of A Nation? That is disturbing.
One of my American Western heroes is not John Ford, obviously. To say the least, I hate him. Forget about faceless Indians he killed like zombies. It really is people like that that kept alive this idea of Anglo-Saxon humanity compared to everybody else's humanity -- and the idea that that's hogwash is a very new idea in relative terms. And you can see it in the cinema in the '30s and '40s -- it's still there. And even in the '50s.
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