What a gas! One Upon a Time... in Hollywood highlights Quentin Tarantino’s knack for characters, writing, and detail with cramping everything Tarantino down the audiences’ throat. I think I like how the film deals with the shaping of history and artistic criticisms, but I’m probably just reading into it too much. For some reason I think I’ll like this more in like 20 years after more rewatches and everyone is arguing if this is his worst film. I watched it in theaters to slight disappointment and then a couple times since with more fanfare. I keep having a good time with each watch. I’m still thinking if there’s a bigger picture/meaning, but maybe there truly isn’t one. That’s okay it’s still nice to look at. I’ve learned to just enjoy the ride.