Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood

Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood ★★½

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This review may contain spoilers.

I liked all of the Leo stuff and most of the Brad stuff. The general craft is impeccable as always, and in particular the scenes on sets are a joy to behold. But the rest of it is a big shrug for me.
LA people are way too horned up about LA geography and iconography.
I am way less impressed by reckless driving than I used to be. Just stresses me out now.
Conspiracy theory: Tarantino stopped liking feet several years ago, but went way overboard on the setups in this movie to keep up appearances.
Alternate/companion conspiracy theory: Tarantino's foot fetish was somehow transmuted to Robert Richardson. Either way: if you're not gonna give the women in your movie very much to do, you at least don't have to be gross and leering about it.
There is an honest-to-god Keyblade in Rick's house toward the end. I saw it in a wide when Cliff is trying to open dog food cans while on acid. It's hanging high on the wall, I think above the sink. Watch for that next time you see it, since people seem willing to sit through this more than once.

Also: dude, I fucking get it. Being brainwashed into murdering Sharon Tate is crime on par with and deserving the same punishment as [checks notes] being Hitler.

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