Django/Zorro #1 Review

writers: Quentin Tarantino, Matt Wagner/ penciller: Esteve Polls One of my favorite heroes growing up wasn’t in a comic book at all. Like many other children, I would tie a bath towel across my shoulders like a cape as I jumped around the living room in my pajamas. I would go one step further, though. I’d adorn one of my grandmother’s church hats and grab a flyswatter, which became my sword. I would side-step up and down the hallway, stand on top of the couch and roll into cartwheels only to come up perfectly prepared to take on any opponent that dared to cross my path. After watching The Mask of Zorro (1998), my eyes were truly opened to the prestigious figure that is Zorro. He wasn’t just a character in a black-and-white television show on Disney Channel that told me it was time for bed. He was a great fighter, he was debonair and he was for the people. I was at least able to get sequel out of the whole thing, The Legend of Zorro (2005), even if it wasn’t received all that well. As I got older, my interests, comprehension and tolerance for violence grew quite a bit. I discovered Quentin Tarantino’s films. But most of those I was coming across years after they came out. As a young black man coming of age, the one that I enjoyed the most in present day was Django Unchained (2012). Django, portrayed by Jamie Foxx, was a former slave in the American South that became a bounty hunter under the tutelage of a Dr. King Schultz. Being a Tarantino film, Django Unchained came with its…