This is not movie of the year.
This is movie of the LIFE.
At first sight, it plays like a very millennial rehash of Dogme 95.
I have to admit, it's fun to watch young intellectuals lose their cool over what's authentic and what's fake (“There's worse things than quoting avant-garde European literature,” a character casually declares at some point).
Surprisingly, The Plagiarists is the rare kind of satire that does not trip over itself to make the central point clear, and constructs a dead-on portrait of modern ‘cultural pretensions,’ to borrow from the film's description. Ha!
Rosie Perez rules.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
One of my favorite scenes in Once Upon a Time in Hollywood is just Brad Pitt driving down the City of Stars while Los Bravos' killer 1968 cut, 'Bring a Little Lovin,' plays as score, which then segues into Neil Diamond's 'Brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show.'
In many ways, I believe Diamond's song encapsulates every aspect of Quentin Tarantino's ninth film to perfection; it's winsome, but beneath the postcard-beauty of a sunny Hollywood afternoon and the thrill it provides, there's…