Listening to Christoph Waltz is, I imagine, like being the cobra entranced by the piper. There is something just left of sibilance in his pronunciation, a quasi-nasal flatness, and the echo of singsong lilt.
Also, Django Unchained is an unapologetic, invigorating, remorseless act of hilarious vengeance. If you can leave that movie feeling either a)settled or b) not in love with Waltz, you are made of far sterner stuff than I.
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