Having grimaced through other Quentin creations I was ultra relieved there was no rape scene. There's a great reference about walking through fire for love's reward and at the end you may not notice but after he blows up the Cracker house Jamie walks through a fireball to the female.
I'm a guy that is real comfortable with anything grotesque--I used to pick my nose and eat my own boogers, and I'm usually disappointed if I can't smell my own fart. Even still, I'm used to being real disturbed by about 40% of each film Tarantino makes. This one was only about 12% thanks to a lot of off screen bullet impacts. There's a lot of great humor but there's still some nastiness that I guess is historical...you'll never think of "Southern hospitality" the same...
There's a real homoerotic sculpture behind Nardo in the dinner scene and I know his character likes wrestling but it seems a lil too man loving to be platonic. I couldn't tell but weren't the lights at the table mounted on hundreds of naked sculpted men? I just hope Quent's intent wasn't to make Nardo's bad guy look like a homo to build up his "evil" presence. I was real pissed when Javier Bardem's bad guy grabbed James Bond's thighs in Skyfall because shit, when does a good guy grab James' thighs? (Plus Bond is way too much of a man whore and I'm sick of it. Monogamy is way more badass than being a skank).
As with all Tarantino movies, it's 20+ minutes too long but hey, it all works out.
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Gun worshiping has got to stop though, warriors are far more awesome when they don't need them. The heinous truth though is embodied by the scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark when the Middle Eastern man emerges in a circle before Indy demonstrating his ninja abilities and Jones just pulls out a gun and shoots him. Damn.
Get ready to see Foxx nuts too. But not in a scene that could be enjoyable.