In the film, Pitt’s character, Booth, has a flashback while repairing a TV antenna for his boss and best friend, Leonardo DiCaprio’s also-fictional western star Rick Dalton.
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Quentin Tarantino's New Movie Fails Its Women.How Bruce Lee Was Accused of Killing Sharon Tate.
Tarantino’s fear of replacement, the subtext of some of the more uneven passages in the film, is, for the moment, unfounded. It’s a film that could only have been made by one man. The delight he takes in the details that anchor the story in time and place: who else but Tarantino would include entire montages dedicated to vintage fonts? The heart-tugging music choices the limber camerawork and tawny nostalgic warmth of Robert Richardson’s cinematography every last juicy frame set at the Manson family hideout at the Spahn Movie Ranch. And there are many indulgences: the baggy first hour the unwieldy two-tier flashback that sets up Cliff’s backstory the jarring scene featuring Damian Lewis as a polyester version of Steve McQueen the cheap shot at Bruce Lee.īut, equally, there is much here that represents a film-maker at the top of his game. Together with a troubling ending that, at the director’s request, can’t be discussed, it makes the indulgences less easy to forgive. It’s this – the positioning of middle-aged white males as the real victims here, goddammit – that rankles. With two notable exceptions – Margaret Qualley’s star-making skittish Manson girl and Julia Butters’s precocious child actor – the majority of the other female characters fall into the categories of either shrews or witches. Through sheer force of charm, Margot Robbie invests Sharon Tate, Rick Dalton’s Cielo Drive neighbour, with more depth and subtlety than the gilded, angelic ideal that is sketched on the page. It doesn’t help that the female characters tend towards the schematic and stereotypical. With that in mind, Tarantino’s decision to engineer audience support and sympathy for a character whose career has stalled because of allegations of violence against a woman feels like a deliberate provocation and a petulant dig at the #MeToo movement. And an industry that has started to hold itself to account. It’s a present that has skewed dramatically over the past couple of years, in which the balance of power has started to shift. It can also be read as a commentary on Hollywood present. This is a film set in a stunningly evoked Hollywood past. ‘Depth and subtlety’: Margot Robbie as Sharon Tate in Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. Meanwhile, young people with a less reverent approach to their elders are dealt with swiftly and efficiently, with the kind of sound design that emphasises the crunch of righteous fist into puny, snickering hippy jaws. A scene in which an awestruck child whispers to Rick: “That was the best acting I have ever seen” is milked for manly tears.
And you suspect that Tarantino himself is not immune to it. That fear of no longer being current, no longer getting the calls is something that infects everyone who works in the movie industry to some degree or another. Their fates are linked: “More than a buddy, less than a wife,” is how the film’s narration puts it. Their friendship is a constant in an uncertain world. Wet-eyed with self-pity after a straight-talking producer lays out a road map for his irrelevance, Rick hides behind the sunglasses of his confidant and former stuntman Cliff Booth (Brad Pitt). As a guest on new shows, he allows himself to be bested each episode by the actors who are positioned as his replacements. Formerly the lead in a wild west vigilante TV series, by 1969 Rick has already started the slow slide into bad guy bit-parts and bourbon bloat. Actor Rick Dalton ( Leonardo DiCaprio, signposting the character’s vulnerability with a slight stutter) knows this, but that doesn’t make it any easier to swallow. It’s an industry with a vampiric appetite for fresh blood. Success in Hollywood comes with built-in obsolescence.
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