In Sullied by Tarantino, “The Eye-Witness” roasts one of the day’s cinematographic sacred cows. Excerpt:
No person alive today with a vestige of culture or Christianity, or simple common sense for that matter, would waste a moment’s thought on dung-flinger Quentin Tarantino. Why should anyone concern themselves with a perpetual adolescent and cinematic fake whose brain has been addled probably since infancy by gore and deranged sex? Normally I wouldn’t waste the time on such a loathsome individual..
But as a harbinger of the spiritual darkness that is descending I find that a brief notice of this man’s efforts behind a camera might be useful. About his latest production “Django Unchained”, which is nothing more than near imbecilic assemblies of various shots of blood-letting, the prestigious movie critic over at The Wall Street Journal, Joseph Morgenstern, has this to say:
“wildly extravagant, ferociously violent, ludicrously lurid and outrageously entertaining, yet also . . . very much about the pernicious lunacy of racism, and yes, slavery’s singular horrors.”
