Masterful, solemn, mature, and without a doubt an easy indication of why this is Quentin Tarantino’s magnum opus. A pristine lesson on combining picture and sound in cinematic harmony. Laments a time and era long gone whilst paying respect to it in inspiration, a notably grandeur sign of appreciation for his own craft and the history of cinema, specifically the Golden Age of Hollywood. It’s insane how incredible Pitt is in disappearing into characters and Cliff Booth makes that all the more apparent, whilst Rick Dalton is a big sign of versatility on DiCaprio’s front, swiftly lingering between comedy and drama in dear brilliance. It’s a close to perfect film, maybe even perfect even, and there’s quite nothing I can pick about it to criticise, as it functions so cohesively as a whole. The kind of rare, once in a lifetime picture a filmmaker can only dream and hope of making. Quentin Tarantino prestigiously bests himself and everyone around him that year with this and it’s an honest surprise to me that he didn’t sweep Best Picture, Director and Original Screenplay.