(I interrupt the normally scheduled Random Weekend for some thoughts on Quentin Tarantino’s Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. Warning: Spoilers follow!)
It’s been a decade since I saw a Quentin Tarantino film I really loved. That was 2009’s Inglourious Basterds, a masterful blend of tension, action and melodrama that burst at the seams with daring creativity. It’s up there with Pulp Fiction as the most Tarantino movie Tarantino has ever made.
In contrast, Once Upon a Time in Hollywood — for most of its running time — is the least Tarantino film he’s ever made. It’s also one of the best.
[Note: If you have any intention of seeing Inglourious Basterds, I recommend you do so before reading this review. I will avoid major spoilers but it’s best to go in knowing absolutely nothing about the film.]
Inglourious Basterds is the first Quentin Tarantino movie I’ve gone into with relatively low expectations. And perhaps that is part of the reason I consider it, after my first viewing, to be right up there with his very best work. I was surprised by this film in a way that reminded me of my dizzy, ecstatic reaction after first seeing Pulp Fiction 15 years ago.