No one can walk away from Django without viscerally understanding that all those fine mansions, fancy ladies, and gracious manners were fronts for concentration camps run by legally-enabled sadists.
That's a win given that these places are currently tourist destinations people visit in droves to rhapsodize about the "romantic" Old South.
Tarantino has spit in that soup in a way viewers of this movie will never be able to recover from.
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