Definitely check out the "Django" thread at Spike Lee's twitter page: @spikelee. I love the way he engages with his fans, answering questions and throwing out provocations. His take on "Django Unchained" is much as I suspected it would be. He's uncomfortable with the idea of telling a slavery story within the spaghetti western genre. And filmmaker Ava DuVernay wrote me an explanation of why Lee and some others are reluctant to check out the movie themselves (he's not telling anyone not to go see it): the subject matter is just too uncomfortable. I still think Lee has a stronger argument if he actually sees the movie. I'm eager to get his reaction, and I'm not the only one. In some ways Tarantino makes the dicey and horrific subject matter easier to handle via the genre. He's providing a distancing device. A realm of safety. But he also backs off some of the emotion that way.
UPDATE: Historian Henry Louis Gates had no trouble taking Tarantino seriously on "Django." Check out their probing The Root podcast, which digs into what's real and what's exaggerated, the use of violence, the n-word, and Foxx's discomfort with playing a slave. Tarantino also expresses his hatred for western master John Ford, partly because he was willing to play a klansman in "Birth of a Nation." Here's the podcast and the transcript: parts one, two and three.
Here's a review sampling:
Dana Stevens, Slate
Django Unchained, Quentin Tarantino’s blaxploitation spaghetti western about a freed slave turned bounty hunter, provoked a lot of contradictory feelings in me, including some that don’t usually come in pairs: Hilarity and boredom. Aesthetic delight and physical nausea. Fist-pumping righteousness and vague moral unease.
Of course, provoking intense feelings is what Tarantino’s cinema is all about.
A. O. Scott, The New York Times
The plot is, by Mr. Tarantino’s standards, fairly linear, without the baroque chronology of “Pulp Fiction” or the parallel story lines of “Inglourious Basterds.” But the movie does take its time, and it wanders over a wide expanse of geographic and thematic territory.
In addition to Mr. Tarantino’s trademark dialogue-heavy, suspense-filled set pieces, there are moments of pure silliness, like a gathering of hooded night riders (led by Don Johnson), and a late escapade (featuring Mr. Tarantino speaking in an Australian accent) that perhaps owes more to Bugs Bunny than to any other cultural archetype.
Of course, the realm of the archetypal is where popular culture lives, and Mr. Tarantino does not hesitate to train his revisionist energies on some deep and ancient national legends. Like many westerns, “Django Unchained” latches onto a simple, stark picture of good and evil, and takes homicidal vengeance as the highest — if not the only — form of justice.
David Edelstein, New York Magazine
Django Unchained doesn’t merely hit its marks; it blows them to bloody chunks. It’s manna for mayhem mavens. The cast is hip, but you knew that already — hipsterism is automatically conferred on actors in QT pictures. And though the plot turns are predictable, every scene is apt to wander off into an alley of irrelevance in which comic surprises await — among them a protracted griping session featuring Klansmen who can’t see out their eyeholes. Parts of the film are maniacally funny. Of course, no matter how hard you laugh at Tarantino’s audacity, you have a feeling he’s laughing louder. For all its pleasures, Django Unchained feels too easy, too dead-center in Tarantino’s comfort zone. He’s not challenging himself in any way that matters. He has become his own Yes Man.