A conflicted look at film, morality and duty within it, the permanence of history and our perception of history and how our art gives way to it. Part angry part confused, goes all the way until the film collapses in on itself in a giant inferno.
Tarantinos best film by a good mile, and judging by that last line he knows it too

Like Barry Lyndon's less pretty but more funny cousin, has that same "lol death amirite?!" attitude.

Blanked out during History class whenever dates, names or statistics were mentioned (all of it) so a few of the references and finer details were lost on me, but generally speaking nothing could stop this powerhouse of comedy from making some sort of impact. A true romp, and when I reach my inevitable "middle aged father who loves history documentaries" phase I am sure I will think of this as a Certified Classic

Long as fuck but so inspiring. Brockhampton exemplify what art in 2017 should look like, just a complete unshackling socially and creatively.
I love that it starts in a dark bedroom and ends at a performance to thousands, really shows the meteoric rise the group's found.
Seeing their excitement and energy when making STAR almost made me cry.