Once Upon a Time in Hollywood (2019): I wouldn’t call myself a HUGE Tarantino fan but I do generally enjoy his movies. While I think in Django he used the n-word a few times more than necessary, and The Hateful Eight could have done with about 20 minutes less dialog, I find myself watching to watch whatever Tarantino puts out no matter how few and far between his films are. I haven’t seen all he’s done (Grindhouse) but I’ve seen most.
Having recently finished Once Upon a Time in Hollywood I was left wondering if it was a Tarantino film at all. I mean, many of the essential elements were present: dialog, shot cuts, cast, and jokes that carry some depth to them; but at the end of the day I wasn’t captivated in the same way I have been in the past with his work. Perhaps I didn’t give the film the attention it deserved, or I didn’t know enough about the film going into it, but I felt like it was a series of disjointed stories that he tried to weave together. The results of Tarantino’s attempt was either brilliant and lost on me, or a fizzling out of what he does best.