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Django Unchained: Mr. Candy . . . NFL Owners – One In The Same?
Django Unchained . . . despite what the Blacker-than-thou “Black Puritans” are moaning about, is a movie which elicits the-wrath of Rednecks like Sean Hannity, AM Hate Radio and the FOX News pundits . . . and any movie that achieves that alone is a “cinematic masterpiece” in my e-book.
Like Spike’s joint Malcolm X . . . no one motion picture can “say-it-all, and be all to all . . .” it’s just a movie. Perhaps we ought not place them on such a pedestal, no?
Every movie can’t cure Cancer, lett-a-long racism, it’s merely a flick, not a recently-discovered 200 year-old hidden documentary which will shine-a-light on the genocide once committed. If you’re intellectually curious about this horrific-era in US history . . . you’ll have to read a few books.
“How do you keep a secret from a Black man . . .? Put it between the covers of a book . . . he’ll never, ever look there.” Even his “own story” can be hidden there. Now, if you put it in on a silver-screen . . . everyone’s a critic!
So I’m not here to damn a movie which I found highly entertaining, I laughed my Black ass off. On the contrary, I found this vehicle was illuminating, it shined the lights on certain aspects of American slavery which is shunned . . . the “White male inferiority complex” and their sexual desires.
Sex encompassed the cameo-character roles which stole the show.
Obviously Jamie Foxx played a “complicated” role, that of a “slave” on a mission to save his wife, not woman, and ride-off into the sunset . . . to perfection, while Chris Waltz was enchanting and interesting – a titanium-tonged liberal/progressive dentist slash Bounty Hunter - “extremes” embodied in one man.
Both actors brought their “character” to life, and that’s the greatest accolade I can lay-down.
However, more significantly Django Unchained opened a window into the US past which helps to enlighten the masses to today’s White man . . . a glimpse into a time n’ place when White men “had their way” by any horrific means required, and today they’d rather the curtains stay drawn and the window closed, because baby, the past ain’t pretty . . .
Quentin Tarantino just snatched the blinds back n’ opened the window.
The sharp satire and irony which runs rampant throughout the ride is just that, stinging satire - Mr Webster, please; The use of humor, irony, exaggeration, or ridicule to expose and criticize people’s stupidity or vices, witty language used to convey insults or scorn particularly in the context of contemporary, topical issues sarcasm;
If you can’t get-to-this, all I can say is - “Irony’s wasted on the stupid.”
Nonetheless, Don Johnson ought receive an Emmy or Grammy, because he sure as hell gets a “Desi” for bringing-to-life “why” plantation owners were willing to defend their “unique” way-of-life. Sonny Crockett surrounded himself with voluptuous curvaceous Nubian creatures to pleasure him on his whim . . .
Pimping ain’t easy, and “big pimpin “ is a . . . .
Leonardo DiCaprio and Johnson play two roles which I never really pondered the importance of in the land of Dixie . . . pimp.
DiCaprio’s diabolically charming “Mr. Candy,” who on-the-side, for “sport” and profit kept a stable Mandingos who he pitted-against other White men-of-means who owned ebony gladiators offerd a sharp comparison to today’s NCAA football . . . farm systems? Try plantations, while the NFL is “Candyland.
Of-course a century ago the equation of professional boxers to slaves, pitted against one-another to the death – was an easy analogy, recall Ken Norton cast in Holly-rock’s Black Exploitation must-see “Mandingo,” but now, today, 150-years beyond Black bondage, the non-reading masses don’t “make-the-connection” as easily, and of-course the gladiators in the ring like Floyd Mayweather, or on the hardwood like Kobe, or on the gridiron like RGIII and Ray-Ray are making millions so the exploitation aspect is diminished.
The controlling, manipulation and profiting-off of Black men . . . it still today entices and pleasures a certain segment of White men.
But note; if the players are making millions . . . what are the team/ plantation owners making? The broadcasting empire moguls and Wall Street captains-of-industry? . . . gazillions?
While the players are broke n’ busted 5 years out of the league, no accumulated wealth, no college degree earned . . . who’s the pimp, who’s the more-than-willing hi-priced whore working for what can comparatively be called ‘slave wages?”
Tarantino’s strategic pitting of man-against-man, until the barbaric death . . . along with the b”back-drop” of each scene brought-to-life the inhumane in-difference held for Blacks, the “devaluation-of Black life,” and forgive me for being brutally blunt – but as a Black man, and I speak for no, not “all Blacks” but for-sure millions-upon-millions of Black folks . . . this flick was successful in illustrating, in stark Black n’ white and in vivid technicolor the “indifference” White folks held for Blacks yesteryear – is still evident, even rampant today.
Please note the “different” treatment Blacks receive at the hands of doctors, bankers, policemen, teachers . . .i.e., education, law enforcement, health and finance.
For a lack-of a better, more appropriate way of putting it, a large segment of White society is still treating Black Americans like Niggers, as-much-as they can get-away with it.
Ms. Washington’s “Broomhilda” being placed in a metal-pit, naked, as punishment, a “little beat-up.” I’m telling you, it’s no wonder today’s card carrying Tea Party yearns-to-be able, like his grandpa did “to demand”an ol’ Black lady give-up her seat on a bus . . . .
Everyone on that movie set understood that was the poignant- point the movie was making.
That’s all I’m saying, that’s all.
Now how funky was Tarantino’s Lasagna Western. . . it highlighted the White man’s 500 year-old case of “Jungle Fever.” Please, let’s all recognize and admit the White man hates to talk about his “jones” for Black women – if nothing else it alienates his only ally, White women, go-figure.
Butt-injections, lip-injections, risking “Cancer” to look tanned and bronzed . . . Barbie’s trying to fulfil somebody’s fantasy, yes?
Don Johnson’s “Big Daddy” role provided an idea of the “Hugh Heffner” lifestyle a man-of-means could maintain within the “peculiar institution” that was the South. When I hear Rush Limbaugh insulting the First Lady’s Coke-bottle figure and attacking other Black women, I can only imagine the ebony beauties he’d have in his stable had he lived during these good ol days.
All this supposed “rejection and deploring” of Black women is merely a “front” put-up to mask the frustration and anger surrounding the historical fact Black women, are for once in the history of this country, not available for the White man’s “taking” . . . on a goddamn whim.
Let’s not dismiss this fact; Man-to-man, sitting in a locker-room or clubhouse . . . there was a whole ruling-class of White men who had grown accustom to, can we say, a lifestyle of bedding women who looked like Beyonce, Gabrielle Union, Tina Turner, Lena Horne, Eartha Kitt, Pearl Bailey, Dorothy Dandridge, Halle Berry – owning them like property, doing with them what you wish . . . on a whim.
The system which facilitates this, as well as a damn near free labor pool to construct an empire with . . . many White men were willing to fight for and defend this way-of-life, no?
It was the “American Dream.”
And interestingly we saw the role of Negroes so-very brainwashed they did the bidding of their masters; Sameual L. Jackson’s role “Steven” is the foundation, the cornerstone of today’s Black Conservatives – he embodied what is Judge Clarence Thomas, Ward Connerly, Thomas Sowell and the rest of the boot-lickin’ Black Republicans.
Mr Jackson’s reprehensible and despicable “Steven” stole the show, kinda-sorta like Herman Cain stole the GOP show for a while there, recall?
I doubt many Black Republicans will deny “Steven’s” the character they can be most-associated-with and connected-to, and I hope they feel the warranted “shame.” How can these bastard’s support a political party which opposed MLK’s Holiday, yet back Apartheid, which has spawned the most recent reincarnation of the KKK – the TEA Party?
How can JC Watts offer rhyme reason n’ rational in-order-to, minimize and honestly justify the anger, animosity and outright hatred erupting out of Mount Redneck?
Because they’re cut from the same cloth as “Stephen.”
Django Unchained will continue to be talked-about for years-to-come, just as Pulp Fiction still does, not-to-mention it’ll generate conversations much deeper and complex than anything Tyler Perry has produced, or for that matter, ever will.
So in the end, Django Unchained will both entertain and enlighten, shine a light on history and on the undeniable connections to the contemporary racial climate in our unquestionably polarized nation. What more can be asked of a mere “movie?”