This could’ve been a great redemption for Sharon Tate’s short cut life and her well deserve revenge. Instead it seems her story was only used as an alluring shock factor to make us watch a dull visual representation of Tarantino’s stash of cultural, cinematic and perverted jerk off material. Interesting caracthers but painfully underused (especially Margo’s) in context and interpersonal connection. Performances by Pitt and Di Caprio were the only redeemable aspect of the film. Sharon deserved better.