Perhaps the most beautiful looking film I’ve seen since Barry Lyndon.
The story is pretty simple and one dimensional, but this is a mood film. A film about a specific time and place, much more about pictorical dreams than realistic celluloid.
It is, as Peter Greenaway would say, much more than simply “illustrated text” which is what most films (even the good ones) are and always were since the beginning of cinema.
It certainly has more in common with painting…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Tarantino has sabotaged his own movie.He just couldn’t hold himself, could he?
The third act was downright offensive... I know that it’s Tarantino’s intention to provoke, but at what cost? Make massified audiences laugh at a real life massacre which went down in history as one of the most disgusting events of the 20th Century? I bet half of the people bursting their lungs out belly-laughing at the dumb Manson Family members exchanging unrealistic comic Tarantino dialogue at the theatre…