Once upon a time in Hollywood

On my recent flight from Miami to Santiago de Chile, I finally got to watch the latest Quentin Tarantino movie Once upon a time in Hollywood. A few days after, I am still a bit confused about what to make of the movie. On one end, I could not stop watching it. Even though it was slow going in a Dirty Harry type of slow, I was glued to the small airplane screen. However, because it was slow going, my mind kept wandering. “Quentin probably got a great kick out of some odd ball movie references he snuck in and only the real Hollywood buffs would get. I can just imaging his weird laugh when reveling in the movie-geekiness.”

It remains an odd movie with a plot which is hard for me to summarize.

“The life of a fading actor’s stunt double and his dog”

“From stumbling on a hippie ranch, to saving my fading actor and his wife from the devil and the Manson gang. (Yet, whatever happened later to their neighbors?)”

“The bromance of an actor and his stunt double”

“The dude — 1960’s stunt double style”