Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood

Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood ★★★★½

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

This review may contain spoilers.

A wonderful movie. At though it falls privy to Tarantino’s usual vices (praising old artists we know are terrible, awful stereotypes and generalizations, general male gaze related camera movement, his fucking foot fetish) it creates almost an idyllic snapshot of the era. 

But what really makes the movie, is how Tarantino just says fuck history at a certain part. It’s clear at a certain point that Brad and Leonardo’s characters are basically a buffer and protection for Sharon Tate. You don’t see her get killed and massacred while being pregnant. You see a drunk and tripping hot ass Brad Pitt viciously murdering the Manson bitches who killed her in real life. I don’t watch fictional movies to see what happened in real life. I watch them to escape. And in this film, Margot Robbie’s Sharon Tate lives a happy life. I mean it is a fairy tale. Once Upon a Time. 

PS: Not to play directors advocate here, but I think Margot was transcendent here. People complained about her character not having any lines or presence, but it seemed to me to really just be her living her life. Margot near perfectly displayed the contentment she seems to go through life with. She really doesn’t have an arc in the film because she doesn’t have to. There’s nothing that her character needed to improve or learn. I think it’s a great ode to Sharon that another one of the many pieces of created media around her death didn’t actually kill her. It just sort of captures her in her good moments. Love it.