{"id":486,"date":"2013-01-08T04:47:14","date_gmt":"2013-01-08T04:47:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/geneseymour.com\/?p=486"},"modified":"2022-02-06T22:13:07","modified_gmt":"2022-02-06T22:13:07","slug":"seymour-movies-my-django-problem-and-apparently-everybody-elses","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/geneseymour.com\/?p=486","title":{"rendered":"Seymour Movies: My “Django” Problem and (Apparently) Everybody Else’s"},"content":{"rendered":"

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NOTE: I’ve also written a piece for CNN.com covering most of the same ground here. If you want to compare or contrast,\u00a0 click here.<\/a><\/p>\n

IMMEDIATE REACTION: If loving <\/strong><\/em>Django Unchained<\/strong> is wrong, then I don\u2019t\u2026well, let\u2019s see. What is it exactly I don\u2019t want to be? That is the question. One of many\u2026<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Let\u2019s tip off with a question that may not have an immediate or easy answer: Which movie better empowers black audiences? An historic drama, more or less factually-based, in which white men argue over and eventually move towards\u00a0ending slavery \u2013 if not racism? Or an historic fantasy, rife with vulgarity, anachronism and impropriety, in which a freed black slave lays waste to every white southerner impeding his reunion with his wife — and gets away with it?<\/p>\n

I am not asking which is the better movie, Lincoln<\/em> or Django Unchained<\/em>. Both have their problems. But it\u2019s possible, despite their flaws, to enjoy them both for what they are, while accepting what they are not. I did not expect Lincoln<\/em> to be much different from any other Steven Spielberg movie (though, until the ending, it is) and I certainly didn\u2019t expect Django<\/em> to be anything other than a Quentin Tarantino movie (and it is, only more so, for better and worse.)<\/p>\n

For whatever it\u2019s worth, my issues with the movie have more to do with craft than substance. I think Django<\/em> talks too much, even for a Tarantino movie; and I also think that many of its scenes go on for too long, almost as if the movie\u2019s afraid to let go of whatever effect it thinks it\u2019s making with those people\u00a0in the dark. It occurs to me, as well, that\u00a0Tarantino\u2019s been ripping himself off too cavalierly. I watch the set-pieces of wholesale slaughter and think, if I didn\u2019t know any better, I\u2019d swear I was watching Kill Bill Vol. 1<\/em> and the Japanese have been turned into southern whites.<\/p>\n

Still, I couldn\u2019t help myself. I laughed at Don Johnson and his night-riding stooges throwing hissy fits over whether to keep their masks on. I was almost touched by the slave girl\u2019s impromptu bon mot aimed at Django\u2019s baby-blue fop\u2019s outfit. \u201cYou\u2019re free\u2026and you want<\/em> to dress like that?\u201d I didn\u2019t buy any of it. But I was into it. And part of me hates myself for it. But I\u2019m not sorry I saw it.<\/p>\n

All right, then. So what am I asking? Get comfortable. I\u2019m going to digress.<\/p>\n

Back in 2006, I reviewed Blood Diamond<\/em> for Newsday, giving it the two stars I routinely doled out to generic Hollywood mediocrity. I acknowledged the importance of the movie\u2019s theme, which was the exploitation and wholesale murder of black Africans for the sake of the pink diamond trade. But I found myself chafing over the way this movie, along with so many of its kind, depicted its dark-skinned characters \u201cas wholesale cannon fodder, doomed-but-noble ciphers or sneering bloodthirsty sociopaths.\u201d I also lamented how the always-exemplary Djimon Hounsou, cast as a fisherman from Sierra Leone searching for his captured son, was used mainly as a vehicle through which the morally indolent white mercenary played by Leonardo DiCaprio Finds His Humanity (or something like that). At one point, Hounsou\u2019s character even wonders aloud whether his people\u2019s black skin constitutes some sort of curse “and [that] we were better off when the white man ruled.” No one, certainly not DiCaprio\u2019s character, bothers to engage, much less contradict, this query. And, of the movie\u2019s critics, I recall only the Nation\u2019s Stuart Klawans calling the movie on this odious hogwash<\/a>.<\/p>\n

This is how I ended my own\u00a0review:<\/p>\n

\u201cI suppose we should be grateful that there have been so many commercial features in recent years (\u201cHotel Rwanda,\u201d \u201cThe Constant Gardener\u201d among them) that pay attention to Africa\u2019s woes. But even the best of them seem to writhe from hopelessness to despair and back again. Maybe what the continent needs are some empowering pulp myths far beyond the hoary model of Tarzan. A good start would be to cast Hounsou as the lead in a movie about the Black Panther, Marvel Comics\u2019 first superhero-of-color. An African king who\u2019s both a world-class physicist and a supreme martial artist may not be plausible, but he could broaden moviegoers\u2019 sense of what\u2019s possible.\u201d<\/em> (ITALICS ADDED).<\/p>\n

Some readers, at least those who got that far, seemed to have a problem with this notion. One used the word, \u201cinfantile” (which over time I\u2019ve accepted as a back-handed compliment). But what is so childish about African American audiences wanting their on-screen counterparts (or surrogates) to be more than merely victims? I believe even white audiences get excited when conventional expectations, especially in race and cultural matters, are upended, if not exactly transcended.<\/p>\n

This is the excitement I hear from people after they\u2019d just seen Django Unchained.<\/em>\u00a0 I doubt whether any of these viewers bought their tickets with the expectation of seeing some historically faithful saga of antebellum life, and neither did I. They were buying a comic book. Many people have a grievance against the very notion of comic books, but I don\u2019t. I understand that comic books as a medium are limited in what they offer their clientele. So are the movies, especially those who cruise the multiplexes for loose coin. Expect a movie or a comic book to explain everything about anything and all you earn is surplus sadness in your life that you don\u2019t really need.<\/p>\n

Even with the narrowest expectations about historical veracity, however, things get complicated when the subject matter is American slavery, European Holocaust or any number of similar assaults upon humanity. Hence the reaction to Django<\/em>, after less than a month of swimming in the mainstream, ranges from sheer exhilaration to outright hostility, with the usual gradations in between.<\/p>\n

Much of the resentment seems aimed exclusively towards Tarantino himself; a visceral dislike which I think has a lot to do with Spike Lee\u2019s outright refusal to see the movie, tossing grenades at it all the way. Ishmael Reed, writing in the Wall Street Journal<\/a>, believes Tarantino shows willful, if not willed ignorance of history, both American and cinematic. He writes: \u201cTo compare this movie to a spaghetti western and a blaxploitation film is an insult to both genres. It\u2019s a Tarantino home movie with all the racist licks of his other movies.\u201d Reed aimed this laser shot at the Oscar-nominated actor who plays the treacherous \u201chouse slave\u201d: \u201cSamuel L. Jackson\u2026plays himself.\u201d<\/p>\n

I doubt Jackson felt the blow. He has, in fact, further provoked the movie\u2019s antagonists by running straight at an interviewer asking about the movie\u2019s prolific use of the \u201cN-word<\/a>,\u201d refusing to answer the question unless the reporter, who is white, actually says the dread epithet aloud. (He didn’t.)<\/p>\n

Though I disagree with Reed\u2019s conclusions, I think everyone who saw Django <\/em>should read his piece for its\u00a0flying shrapnel of loose insight and, most important, its disclosure of what has always been a relevant source of disquiet: The debate over whether white artists have the right to tell any part of the black American story \u2013 which, as Reed writes, is as old as Uncle Tom\u2019s Cabin.<\/em><\/p>\n

It is also as recent as 1967 when the white southern novelist William Styron published The Confessions of Nat Turner<\/em>, a Pulitzer Prize-winning novel told in the first-person voice of the brilliant-but-doomed leader of an 1831 slave rebellion. The outcry from African American novelists was so intense that a collection of essays, William Styron\u2019s Nat Turner: Ten Black Writers Respond<\/em> was published a year later. When I was a credulous, anxious-to-please teenager, I was so in thrall to the authority exerted by those black writers that for decades afterwards, I refused to even go near Styron\u2019s book.<\/p>\n

I still haven\u2019t read it. But I plan to, because I now believe that James Baldwin, a friend of Styron who was one of the few African American authors speaking out on the book\u2019s behalf, had the right take from the beginning: \u201cI will not tell another writer what to write. If you don\u2019t like their alternative, write yours.\u201d<\/p>\n

It\u2019s still sound advice \u2013 and in the intervening years, black authors have taken it. Indeed, if anyone\u2019s earned the right to rail at Django<\/em>, it\u2019s Ishmael Reed since, unlike Spike Lee, he\u2019s actually created his own antebellum thriller that\u2019s as funny, provocative and calculatedly anachronistic as Tarantino\u2019s. I can almost hear Reed erupting with outrage over the sheer notion of my comparing Django<\/em> with his 1976 book, Flight to Canada<\/em>. But as I insisted to friends and fellow readers at the time (and continue to do so), even with all its musical-comedy interludes, burlesque elements and television cameras, Reed\u2019s shrewd take on the slave-narrative genre had more trenchant, telling and useful things to say about the Peculiar Institution than Alex Haley\u2019s Roots,<\/em> which was ascending, that same year, to the rare stature\u00a0of pop-cultural phenomenon. When Haley\u2019s book became a television mini-series, it affected America\u2019s racial attitudes as nothing of its literary kind since\u2026Uncle Tom\u2019s Cabin<\/em>. No one\u2019s bothered to do anything with cinematic Flight to Canada<\/em>. Or, for that matter, with Charles Johnson\u2019s Oxherding Tale<\/em> and Middle Passage<\/em>, two other antebellum satiric adventures written by an award-winning black author.<\/p>\n

In 1987, there was Toni Morrison\u2019s Beloved<\/em>, which did get adapted for the big screen eleven years later by Jonathan Demme. But even with Oprah Winfrey\u2019s imprimatur as producer and co-star, the movie earned about $26,000,000, roughly half of its $50,000,000 budget. And while all I have is anecdotal evidence, I remember many of my African American relatives and friends who told me they were not going to see Beloved,<\/em> no matter how good it was or who was in it, because they simply did not want to watch a movie about slavery, or its legacy.<\/p>\n

This reluctance to engage with the subject of slavery is duly noted in Jelani Cobb\u2019s ruminative take on Django<\/em>:<\/a><\/p>\n

\u201cIn my sixteen years of teaching African-American history, one sadly common theme has been the number of black students who shy away from courses dealing with slavery out of shame that slaves never fought back. It seems almost pedantic to point out that slavery was nothing like this. The slaveholding class existed in a state of constant paranoia about slave rebellions, escapes, and a litany of more subtle attempts to undermine the institution. Nearly two hundred thousand black men, most of them former slaves, enlisted in the Union Army in order to accomplish en masse precisely what Django attempts to do alone: risk death in order to free those whom they loved. Tarantino\u2019s attempt to craft a hero who stands apart from the other men\u2014black and white\u2014of his time is not a riff on history, it\u2019s a riff on the mythology we\u2019ve mistaken for history. Were the film aware of that distinction, Django<\/em> would be far less troubling\u2014but it would also be far less resonant. The alternate history is found not in the story of vengeful ex-slave but in the idea that he could be the only one.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Cobb\u2019s ambivalence approaches my own point-of-view, even though I still liked the movie\u00a0better than he did. As with other critics, he laments Django\u2019<\/em>s lapse into revenge-movie mode. I lament the fact that almost EVERY big-studio film is built for revenge, even romantic comedies. (What, after all, is Skyfall<\/em> but the mother-of-all-revenge-fantasies with different agendas for vengeance overlapping and colliding into each other like a freeway pile-up?) No matter. If Django Unchained<\/em> did nothing else but arouse\u00a0re-examination of \u201cthe mythology we\u2019ve mistaken for history,\u201d then all the trouble and fuss it\u2019s caused will have been worth it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

        NOTE: I’ve also written a piece for CNN.com covering most of the same ground here. If you want to compare or contrast,\u00a0 click here. IMMEDIATE REACTION: If loving Django Unchained is wrong, then I don\u2019t\u2026well, let\u2019s see. What is it exactly I don\u2019t want to be? That is the question. One […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[124],"tags":[160,158,161,149,154,146,150,156,151,155,148,159,147,157,152,153],"class_list":["post-486","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-movie-reviews","tag-alex-haley","tag-beloved","tag-black-panther","tag-blood-diamond-leonardo-dicaprio","tag-confessions-of-nat-turner","tag-diango-unchained","tag-djimon-hounsou","tag-flight-to-canada","tag-ishmael-reed","tag-james-baldwin","tag-jamie-foxx","tag-jelani-cobb","tag-quentin-tarantino","tag-roots","tag-samuel-l-jackson","tag-william-styron"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/geneseymour.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/486","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/geneseymour.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/geneseymour.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/geneseymour.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/geneseymour.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=486"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/geneseymour.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/486\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3414,"href":"https:\/\/geneseymour.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/486\/revisions\/3414"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/geneseymour.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=486"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/geneseymour.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=486"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/geneseymour.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=486"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}