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The movie is very beautiful.

In this lengthy review, I’ll try not to say intelligent things like Anatoly nor tear my clothes like an overly excited joestrummer. Too much effort, the dirty work was done by them, and they were very good regardless of whether one agrees or not.

Different from the others in the sense that we don’t have long dialogues, profanity, and when there is, there’s little, and it’s just right, like when you want a fresh drink but with just one ice cube (suck your dick while driving?) there aren’t people over the top, shouting and screaming frantically.

And thank goodness.

Because the excessive verbosity in his films had been breaking my balls for a while.

The rhythm is different too, it’s not electric, it doesn’t shoot barrages, bombs from outside the area, but it’s melodious, cohesive (as Lotito would say) harmonious. It’s a waltz.

They say nothing happens. Crap and in QT’s films that’s certainly not an issue.

And then it surely does happen, it’s a lively film. Engaging. We are with Rick and Cliff, we go to work with them, the day is long. They are friends, they are united, they are real, and excuse me if that’s something in a QT film.

The reconstruction of Hollywood in ‘69 is fabulous, magnificent, phantasmagoric. The cars speeding, the neon, the cinema and TV, the alcohol and cigarettes, the hippies and the garbage.

The hippies: we’ll talk about them again.

A stellar cast, his usual ones, and Al Pacino who does his bit without overacting, nicely centered and clean, which you’d expect with Al Pacino, who knows what the hell he’s made to do now, but no, damn it, it’s true he too does his job, he’s a film-TV producer from that era and you believe it.

There’s his background, his culture, his experiences, what he grew up with. There’s the myth, there’s Bruce Lee, Steve Mc Queen. Roman Polanski and Sharon Tate are your neighbors, Rick.

Oh mama, Rick has a villa in Hollywood next to Polanski’s, the one who made Rosemary’s Baby, but Rick is doing poorly, he’s an actor on the decline and drinks too much. But what are you talking about? Anyway, nothing happens...

The beautiful things present in the film you’ve read in the other two reviews, but I also reiterate that there are several anthology-worthy sequences: the wheelchair, the analog montage, the mother’s eye, and the triple alliteration...

The soundtrack? Uf, and what can I say about it.

There’s even a god this time and his name is BRAD PITT.

Moments of boredom, some scattered lameness? And what, he wasn’t going to put those in 2h and 40min? But they’re there too because QT doesn’t make a concentrated 90min film, he makes love with cinema and never finishes, he’s a true stallion but this time he’s also sweet, this time he makes love, not just screws.

You know the story; it’s a true story but in his hands maybe he changes the ending.

And we come to this ending.

Let’s say something uncomfortable and different, otherwise really what the hell did I write the third one in a few days for? QT exposes himself. He tells us that the hippies are filthy drug addicts (and those of the Manson family also bloodthirsty mentally ill killers, and you can never and should never root for them) who would like to slaughter the pigs but the pigs will get away with it and celebrate in luxury with yet another drink.

In short, what I want to say... the Hippie movement was a very powerful apolitical movement that in the name of peace and love seriously challenged the capitalist system, think that it even took hold in Islamic countries... maybe to root a little for the hippies (who are like the Indians and the only good Indian is a dead Indian) or to understand something about life, yes, in short, how they fixed us for the celebrations (things you already know but said well) I invite you to watch Easy Rider.

Yes, in short, you get what I’m saying, right? QT is a billionaire pig and pisses on the hippies.

Now you might say no, he has it in for those with Charlie Manson. No, for me, he despises them all and is very happy they’ve gone to hell and the dollar America won.

Therefore, he is a great director, the greatest pop director ever I believe, but on a human level, I think he’s a piece of shit. And you really hadn’t read that before, had you?

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