And with this, my Tarantino marathon comes to an end (until of course I watch The Hateful Eight). As with Inglourious Basterds, I’d only watched Django Unchained once, and so didn’t remember it as much as I did all the other Tarantino movies I’ve watched over the last few days. Also, I seemed to remember sorta liking it, but didn’t have especially strong feelings about it, but for some reason I found myself really drawn in this time. I’d say it’s my favorite Tarantino film since Pulp Fiction. It’s also the only Tarantino film where I found myself welling up at one point (when Christoph Waltz’s character tells Django that he’d like to partner up with him, and then help rescue his wife). Some say it gets too crazy near the end, but I think the ridiculous violence suits the character, and what you feel all these people deserve. If there’s one thing that becomes obvious as you watch all of Tarantino’s movies, it’s that he’s obsessed with the idea of revenge, and, well, even though you’d think Basterds would be the apex, considering it puts an end to the Nazi regime, there’s something more direct and personal about what you go through while watching all of Django.