When I was 16, my dad introduced me to Tarantino’s Kill Bill. It felt revolutionary. 

 

From then on, I was hooked on Tarantino films, both as father-daughter bonding and because they fueled my love of film.

 

But, like all good things, my love for Tarantino’s art came to an end, when I discovered he’s a shit person.

 

Recently, I rewatched Quentin Tarantino’s ‘Django Unchained’ for an essay and discovered that the idea of the separation of art from the artist, does not work in all situations. In Tarantino’s case, his obvious prejudices towards black people leak into his work in his use of the n-word and the fashion in which he portrays the subject matter of the slave-era South.

 

The n-word is used 109 times in Django Unchained. That’s roughly one every two minutes. Tarantino’s blatant overuse of the word is not only inappropriate for a caucasian to write, but it also doesn’t add anything to the film. As Jelani Cobb writes in his 2013 article ‘Tarantino Unchained’, the word is used with a “numb frequency” which left me rolling my eyes thinking ‘there he goes again’. Tarantino’s use of the racial slur alerted me to a scene in his earlier movie ‘Pulp Fiction’ where he cast himself as a minor character. In a two minute scene, Tarantino’s white character says the n-word four times seemingly for comedic effect. Cobb describes Tarantino’s use of his films as “camouflage that allows [him] to use the word without recrimination”. In my opinion, both over and misuse of the n-word in Tarantino”s work cannot be separated from the man himself because his determination to say the word bleeds into his film. How can we separate the art from the artist when the art has such a personal connection to its the maker?

 

Why do cis-gender, heterosexual white men incessantly insist on portraying stories of minorities about which they have no knowledge on said stories? Why on earth did Tarantino think it would be a good idea to portray the slave-era South, led alone with his own romanticised, alternative ‘twist’? Not only did Tarantino have the gall to portray the triumph of slavery at the hand of one “exceptional n*****” (Calvin Candie, Django Unchained), but he also had the caucasity to portray every other black character as passive, submissive and unintelligent. Tarantino chose to create slave-era film and executed that idea with what seems to be little research. His blatant romanticisation of a painful and real subject can only be viewed as a coherent decision, in which the film and filmmaker are equally flawed.

 

“You must separate the art from the artist” sounds all well and good when you’re listening to a sexist jazz song from the 50s, justified by a simple “they didn’t know any better”, but modern-day artists cannot be excused. The ‘Art v Artist Conundrum’ only exists when there is the possibility of separation. In Tarantino’s case, the art cannot be distinguished from the artist because his films are a grotesque extension of him and vehicles which he employs to fulfil his ‘un-PC’ fantasies.

Jelani Cobb’s article: https://www.newyorker.com/culture/culture-desk/tarantino-unchained