Arthur Lipsett always has an uncanny ability to make me feel like I just hit the pen too hard. Soundtrack needs.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Tarantino at his most nostalgic. Some of the scenery was a bit painful to see due to personal reasons, but overall worthwhile.
Thankful that he took a different route with the ending, veering away from the established historical events of the Manson murders. Otherwise, it would’ve honestly felt somewhat exploitative. This sentiment was reaffirmed when right after it ended, the guy behind me leaned over to his buddy and loudly exclaimed,
“Maaaan, I waited that whole damn movie to see those Manson murders and he really botched that up! Hey, why do they call it ‘murders’ anyway? Was there more than one?”