LOVED the Leo stuff, kinda tolerated the Brad stuff, the Margot stuff just did nothing for me. On that note: we all know I love Peter Bogdanovich but to say he wasn’t maybe up his own ass at times about his love and reverence for bygone eras would be a lie, and it’s very clear that sentimentality for and encyclopedic knowledge of the past is something he and Tarantino bonded over. However, QT’s getting a little too cute with that…
I know it’s basically hack to say this at this point but goddamn we used to make real fuckin’ movies at one point, huh? You could never make this today, these days audiences would be too afraid from seeing Paul Bettany strum his cello like a guitar.
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There’s a lot to be said about this one. It’s an even slower burn than The Irishman, and that’s all for the best. There is nothing fun about the crimes being done here. There aren’t any cool or fun characters who make it seem like a good time. There is no Tommy DeVito, there is no Jimmy Hoffa, there is only death and evil. It’s dirty work that Burkhart and Hale are doing, absolutely filthy. Messier than working on an…