What I Really Hated About The Film "Django Unchained"

There is a scene where Django is being transported along with a few other slaves in a cage. They are being moved by a bunch of roust-abouts, one of whom is the director, Tarantino, playing an Australian ne'er-do-well.

Django outwits these murderous bumpkins, goes back and opens the cage, and not one other slave jumps out to freedom; not one slave embraces a revolt for freedom.

Then, at the plantation run by Leo DiCaprio's Calvin Candie, where Mr. Candie holds forth in a scientific vein about how blacks are pre-disposed biologically to being slaves. (It is interesting how often monsters of evil seek to give honor to their depravity by science, philosophy, or religion.)
Only one in ten thousand black folks would be an exception to this rule of the subjugation of the black spirit.
Django steps right up and claim the status of that one in ten thousand.

Even as I sat in the theater watching this film the first time, I was aware of the fact that Tarantino was asserting the truth of Calvin Candie's philosophy by his decision to portray only Django as having the spirit to resist oppression and to revolt.
Only one; all the other black men are, indeed, seemingly pre-disposed to their lot of slavery.

And this blatantly racist tripe followed upon Inglorious Basterds, in which a whole battalion of Jewish soldiers rise to destroy their oppressors.

Django Unchained would have been truly vile had it not obviously been the product of a juvenile mind which lacked the discipline clearly to think through what it wanted to say. It was the product of too many bull sessions with a bunch of actors, smoking, drinking, and deciding what tomorrow's script was going to be.

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