"I'd be safe and warm if I was in L.A."

An unexpectedly melancholic yet often uproariously funny film that makes you just so delighted to see that it came out to be an intensely personal film that isn’t trying to capitalize on the Manson infamy. Hell, that's only a part of it.

Robbie in particular conveys a such a strikingly haunting portrayal of Sharon Tate that really it doesn't feel much like a performance but more pure embodiement. It didn't feel too little at all given that it's not necessarily the film's focus, and feels like a tribute to her and what she represented more as a human being than anything else.

Also Marvel will never have the balls to have a post/mid-credits scene as great as this one.