#6 - Django (1966) Sergio Corbucci - 1/7/2013
I don’t know if I can say anything coherent about Django, I’m too caught up staring into Franco Nero’s eyes (seriously, that man is soooo fine). The camera loves his eyes too, using them judiciously, withholding them until the most effective moments.
Django starts with an incredible image - the lone figure trudging across empty land, dragging a heavy coffin behind him, bringing death with him. That figure is an enigma, but the film gives just the right amount of information about him, at the right times.
The energy in the film is raw and explosive. There is a slow simmer that kept me intrigued. The villain is so bad, but not comically bad; rather, pure evil bad. A ballet of bullets, a Suspiria-like use of blood. More mud than in Deadwood.
Django has a killer theme song, familiar to those who have seen Django Unchained, plus an outstanding score, familiar to those who have seen Kill Bill. Interestingly, the musical motifs used for the Mexican revolutionaries reminded me of parts of the West Side Story score, making me wonder if Luis Bacalov was a Leonard Bernstein fan.
It also looked absolutely incredible on the big screen - the sheen of sweat, the expanses of mud, the texture of the hats, the color of Franco Nero’s eyes (sorry). I will be ordering this Blu-ray posthaste.