Caked in mud and spattered with blood, Sergio Corbucci’s Django noodles around with cinema of cruelty, surrealistic imagery, and proto-Peckinpahvian carnage—only without all those erupting squibs. The emblematic plotline, in which a mysterious stranger pits opposing sides of a feud against each other, owes a clear debt to prior spaghetti westerns like Sergio Leone’s Fistful of Dollars (and that film’s own considerable source of inspiration, Akira Kurosawa’s Yojimbo). But Corbucci sets Django on its feet by moving away from the epic sprawl that started creeping into Leone’s work with Fistful of Dollars, the title of which suggests his “more is more” approach, into the sort of rough-hewn storytelling and rough-and-tumble pessimism that characterize later Corbucci films like The Great Silence. Likewise, the political dimension is certainly not lacking in Django, as it readily aligns with more radicalized Zapata westerns like Damiano Damiani’s A Bullet for the General and Giulio Questi’s outlandish in-name-only sequel Django Kill…If You Live, Shoot!
Django opens with the eponymous character (Franco Nero) trudging across a dun-brown wasteland, towing a coffin behind him. He emerges like a specter from the middle of nowhere, and in the film’s strikingly composed final shot, he staggers disconsolately back into the hazy distance. The world here is forbidding terrain, an elemental landscape suffused with an aura of Sisyphean futility, where the closest approximation to an oasis proves to be a rickety wooden bridge suspended above a pit of quicksand. Almost classically constructed, Django will ineluctably return to this selfsame spot, and the the pit, like some gaping maw of the void, stands as an objective correlative for what Friedrich Nietzsche liked to call “the belly of being.”
Django quickly sketches out its racial politics when Confederate and Mexican troops alternately attempt in vain to execute the prostitute Maria (Loredana Nusciak) on the spot for consorting with the enemy. Rescued by Django’s quick-draw prowess, the two of them descend upon civilization, such as it is, in the guise of a mud-choked town occupied almost exclusively by a gaggle of flea-bitten prostitutes and their saloon-owner pimp, Nathaniel (Ángel Álvarez). The town’s most noticeable ornamental feature is the trunk of a petrified tree, resembling nothing so much as an exposed bone, that sprawls in front of the saloon. The only other resident appears to be a hypocritical Bible-thumper called Brother Jonathan (Gino Pernice).
In its time, Django raised the bar for graphic film violence, with the result that it was banned for decades in several countries. It’s easy to see what all the fuss was about. This is an unrepentantly ugly movie, despite the striking visual flair that Corbucci brings to his blocking and camera movement. Its violence isn’t supposed to be cathartic but rather appalling. Corbucci fills the frame with mutilation and slaughter: No fewer than three wholesale massacres are committed over the course of the film’s running time, including the hilltop ambush of General Hugo Rodriquez (José Bódalo) and his troops. In another scene, Major Jackson (Eduardo Fajardo) and his henchmen use Mexican peons for target practice, gunning them down like so many clay pigeons. As if this weren’t explicit enough, Corbucci brings the point home by portraying Jackson’s flunkeys as red-hooded crypto-Klansmen.
Then again, the film’s most brutal moments are reserved not for death but disfigurement. Brother Jonathan undergoes an amputation that inspired a similar moment in Quentin Tarantino’s Reservoir Dogs, just as Django itself provides (at least nominally) a major reference point for Tarantino’s Django Unchained. Initiating the trend of maimed heroes in Corbucci’s films (Jean-Louis Trintignant in The Great Silence is both mute and maimed), Django has his mitts mangled with a rifle butt by Riccardo (Remo de Angelis), Jackson’s right-hand man. There’s a twinge of sadomasochism in these scenes that recalls Marlon Brando’s perverse psychological western One-Eyed Jacks, except Corbucci carries things far beyond the bloody horsewhipping Brando’s Rio receives in that film. In a genre known for endless knock-offs, a trend that includes Django’s 30-plus sequels, Corbucci’s film is notable not only for the artistry of its construction, but also for the underlying anger that fuels its political agenda.
Image/Sound
Bolstered by Dolby Vision, the natural-looking brown and blue hues of the color palette really pop through the thick field of grain, and fine detail is so good that you can make out the tiniest clods of mud in the quicksand that swallows an unfortunate thug in Django’s opening scene. The whites of unsoiled clothing blaze with the intensity of sunlight, while the ubiquitous, overstated reds of bandanas and shirts and, of course, the gallons of blood cut gashes through the yellow browns that dominate the palette. Sergio Corbucci’s films have often been done a disservice on home video, sourced from degraded prints and marred by washed-out colors and soft textures, but this is a stunning release, and indeed one of the finest archival releases brought to the UHD format. The disc comes with the mono tracks of both the Italian and English dubs of the film, both of which are ably balanced with only the occasional moments of hiss and tinniness endemic to the limits of audio technology of the time.
Extras
The 4K disc includes a commentary by film historian Stephen Prince, who’s perhaps best known for his many contributions to Criterion’s releases of Akira Kurosawa’s work. Prince can be a dry, overly rehearsed speaker, but he provides a stunning wealth of information about the film and places it in the context of the western genre. Prince notes how the western had been popular in Italy before the rise of Mussolini, who banned American films during the war, and how spaghetti westerns shook up a by-then formulaic genre that was espousing the conservative American ideology of the time. The disc additionally comes with a number of interviews with subjects ranging from Franco Nero to assistant director Ruggero Deodato to Corbucci’s widow, Nori Corbucci. An archival introduction from British director Alex Cox is included, as is an interview with spaghetti western scholar Austin Fisher on the film’s legacy.
A standard Blu-ray disc contains Ferdinando Baldi’s 1966 film Texas, Adios, which stars Franco Nero and was misleadingly marketed in international markets as a sequel to Django. The film lacks the raw, symbolic urgency of Corbucci’s film but is nonetheless a sturdy entry in the spaghetti western genre. (Arrow’s transfer is free of major blemishes, though it does show some softness on occasion.) Texas, Adios would be bonus enough, but the disc also comes loaded with its own features dedicated to the film, including a commentary track by spaghetti western experts C. Courtney Joyner and Henry C. Parke. There are also interviews with Nero and screenwriter Franco Rossetti (who co-wrote both Django and Texas, Adios) and another appreciation by Fisher. The package also comes with a booklet containing clips of reviews at the time of Django’s release, along with new appreciations from critics Howard Hughes and Roberto Curti, the former of whom also contributes an essay on Texas, Adios.
Overall
Arrow Video’s 4K Ultra HD release of Sergio Corbucci’s landmark spaghetti western is the label’s best release of the year so far, supplementing a phenomenal A/V transfer with a slew of extras, even a separate feature film, Texas, Adios, as an added bonus.
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