I admit that I've got a lot of "film bro"
tendencies. I'll see any Christopher Nolan movie opening weekend argue that the
wooden characters and questionable sound mixing were a feature, not a bug. I'll
insist that Martin Scorsese hasn't lost his fast ball, 40 years into his career
and 2.5 hours into the inert Silence. I'll talk about how you can't just
watch a Paul Thomas Anderson or Coen Brothers movie once to fully appreciate
what they're doing. However, one "film bro" trait I don't have is an
unyielding love for Quentin Tarantino. I appreciate his strengths - the unique
rhythm of his dialogue, his control over every scene, the way that his love of
film bleeds into every frame. I really like Reservoir Dogs and I enjoyed
The Hateful Eight more than most. Overall though, I'm pretty indifferent
about his work. I've never understood why Pulp Fiction is so highly
regarded*. I had a hard time even finishing Kill Bill. And, Inglourious
Basterds went significantly downhill after a great opening scene. I don't
have anything against Tarantino though. I don't think he's washed up either. My
second favorite movie of is was his most recent one before this year. So, I
came into Once Upon A Time in Hollywood excited for what it could be,
rather than preparing to have it confirm all my prior issues with Tarantino.
*My best assessment is that it's credited for
starting a movement that it was really just a part of.
Once Upon a Time in Hollywood (OUATIH, for short) continues Tarantino's
trend of writing alternate (or extended) histories. It follows Rick Dalton
(Leonardo DiCaprio), a washed up Western star trying to keep his star from
fading for as long as her can. He spends most of his time with his personal
stuntman and friend, Cliff Booth (Brad Pitt). The movie is set in 1969 and Rick
lives next door to Sharon Tate (Margot Robbie) and Roman Polanski (Rafal
Zawierucha). You know, the place when the most infamous Manson family murders
occurred. The majority of the movie takes place over a single day, several
months before the murders and follows Rick, Cliff, and to a lesser extent Sharon
as they live their lives. Rick works a gig as a guest heavy on a new Western
show and tries not to sabotage himself. Cliff meets a young woman (Margarey
Qualley) who leads him to a run in with the Manson family. Sharon is just
enjoying her life as a rising star. I won't say where things go by the end, but
you can guess pretty easily, given Tarantino's last decade of movies.
It's sort of a "slice of life" or
"hang out" movie, similar to Hail, Caesar!, only set a decade
later and less manic. There is no excuse for this being 2h41m long, although it
didn't feel that long when I watched it. I'm a sucker for old Hollywood
stories, so I was happy with most of the detours, whether it was Rick
discussing method acting with a little girl, Cliff getting in a fight with
Bruce Lee, or Sharon showing up at an old timey (for us now, not her) movie
theater that's playing one of her movies. The setting and style of the movie
leaves a lot of room for familiar actors to show up in small parts. I won't
even try to name them all.
DiCaprio, working for the first time since winning
an Oscar for The Revenant (2015) and Pitt are a great duo. DiCaprio
plays Rick very big. He's silly and sympathetic without moving into
caricature. Pitt balances that out by playing Cliff with the ease and
movie-star charisma that he often tries to tamp down. By design, Robbie doesn't
do much as Sharon Tate. Tarantino isn't interested in rewriting her story.
She's mostly in the movie as a tease for the events we know are coming.
Margaret Qualley is probably the biggest scene-stealer. I've liked her since The
Leftovers, but between this and Fosse/Verdon in the last year, I'm
starting to think she has star potential.
This is a strange kind of comedy. There are some
laughs as things are happening, but it's more of a comedy in the Burn After
Reading sense. There's a lot of escalating story. The audience (in my
theater, at least) mostly held back from laughing because they were trying to
figure out where things were going. Then, the biggest laughs came at the end as
different setups got paid off and a couple characters matter-of-factly
summarized the events.
It's hard for me to talk about my issues with the
movie without spoiling the end, so I'll stop here. OUATIH isn't
Tarantino's best by any measure. I'd argue it has the least to say of any of
his movies. That's not an indictment of it. I like plenty of movie without a
lot of purpose, but it does make the long run time harder to excuse. The pair
of movie star lead performances keep it moving at a good pace and never lets it
get boring. Oh, and - no surprise here - the music is great. It avoids most of
the obvious needle drops.
Verdict: Weakly Recommend
After the Credits
This movie suffers some from being a Quentin
Tarantino movie in 2019. We know his tricks. Because of Inglourious Basterds
and to a lesser extent Django Unchained, I spent most of the movie
knowing how the end would play out. I always assumed that Rick and/or Cliff
would stop the Manson family from murdering Sharon Tate somehow. So, I was never
nervous. Had I not known that, then seeing poor, unsuspecting smiling Sharon
Tate throughout the movie would've made me queasy and worried. So, when the
Manson family decides to target Rick's house instead, it all felt perfunctory.
The Manson family went from genuinely intimidating when Cliff visited Spawn
Ranch to silly lunatics at the end. When it devolved into the over-the-top
violence, that just felt like Tarantino including it because that's what people
expect from him. There wasn't really anything bold in the movie. Cutting off
before the murders happened or not preventing them would've been a way to zig
when everyone expected him to zag. Instead, Tarantino's fingerprints were all
over this to the point of smudging it.