One of the simple pleasures of a Tarantino film is that you are watching a grown-up film-maker making films for grown-ups, and his ninth film here is no exception. All of the trademarks are present - the cool soundtrack, playing with ratios and film quality, an overwhelming array of nostalgia buttons pressed - but what is interesting about Hollywood is that character takes precedence to fantastic effect, meaning that the narrative sleight of hand played at the end is extraordinarily effective. Tarantino uses camera in beautifully creative ways, and the recreation of the late 1960s feels seamless.
DiCaprio is at his best in a gift of a script and role for an actor, Pitt's character is an excellent fit for him, and Margot Robbie is again excellent if a little underserved in screen time (although this is deliberate for the character/story). Tarantino truly delivers once again...can he really only be considering one more movie?
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