Cultural Studies met Film Critique today for me, in a banter about Django Unchained (Quentin Tarantino). Do we love Tarantino's daring, his astounding nerve? Or do we cringe at the stream of curses, the re enactment of a KKK meeting? While Tarantino succeeds once again in portraying an unattainable fantasy (a black cowboy who avenges every hurt, AWESOME); he, as a white man, also forces a recollection of that very real hurt. As a Tarantino and underdog fan though, I cannot say that anything about his film made me feel like it was less of a masterpiece, even if it did make me want to forgo lunch.
Post by Megha Thumbunkel
FLAME School of Communication
Post by Megha Thumbunkel
FLAME School of Communication
