Eight years after the Joker's reign of anarchy, Batman, with the help of the enigmatic Catwoman, is forced from his exile to save Gotham City, now on the edge of total annihilation, from the brutal guerrilla terrorist Bane.
A German dentist buys the freedom of a slave and trains him with the intent to make him his deputy bounty hunter. Instead, he is led to the site of the slave's wife who belongs to a ruthless plantation owner. Written by
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When Dr. King Schultz is speaking with the four remaining slaves (after freeing Django), he is holding the reins of his carriage with his right hand and is gesturing with his left hand. When the camera angle changes mid-sentence, he is holding the reins with his left hand and his right hand is suddenly raised. See more »
Who's that stumblin' around in the dark? State your business or prepare to get winged!
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An unusually specific American Humane Association disclaimer stating that no horses were harmed in the making of the film appears very early in the end credits. See more »
Straight to the top of the most over-rated movies of all time list, easily over-taking Inglorious Basterds at number two. The weaknesses of this director should have been seen through years ago (pretentious music, in-jokes, ridiculously gratuitous references, no chemistry between actors EVER, characters sitting around explaining the plot to each other halfway through etc.) but for some reason millions of people seem ready to fork out admission in order to make the scene. Oh that's right, I remember the reason... the same reason that makes Grumpy Cat a blockbuster YouTube hit and soccer the world's most popular sport... the Dumb are taking over the world.
Strictly for the easily impressed who need Cool spelled out, and actually a cautionary tale of what cocaine can do to a once precociously-talented writer, this is cinema mendacite, both derivative and indulgent... all of Fellini's excess with neither Melville's detachment nor Cassavetes' restraint... perfect for disguising Christoph Waltz's negligible talent but a blot on the copybook of Walton Goggins.
Preposterously stereotyped characters chew plot contrivances so thin the moments of luridly fetishist violence and trite liberal humour need to overlap, exposing trite liberals as more easily pleased by shout-outs than substance, let alone annoyingly happy to re- gargle the latest Tarantino this-and-thats while slouching around water coolers, unaware that a whole other half of the world is as scornful of their tasteless degeneracy as they are desensitized by it.
Congratulations twerps, by scoffing this spicy baby food of dismemberment and buggery with both hands, all you've done is gone and made Christianity edgy. Yes Quentin, we get it, Republicans are evil because daddy didn't love you enough. The morality of Michael Moore meets the aesthetic of Steven Seagal and the ego of Donald Trump. Vile. The emperor has no clothes. Wake up.
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