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Once upon a time … in Hollywood: Tarantino at the top

Tarantino delivers his self-portrait as a little boy who dreamed of being a cowboy, vigilante and rescuer of actresses.

Are we here for fun? Are we really here for a laugh? They are having fun, Brad and Leo, as it should be when you’re at Tarantino, the house of good words and good songs, the place where cinema triumphs and where pop culture bends reality to its will. In Once upon a time … in HollywoodWe’ll do the same, a revised story from August 1969, when a small group of hippies guided by Charles Manson went to a house on Cielo Drive in Los Angeles and slaughtered everyone there: Sharon Tate and some friends, while her husband Roman Polanski was in Europe.

That night, the pop history encyclopedias tell us (and the two stars on promotion), it was the 60s that were murdered. Their dreams of hippie openness, the sharing ideals of an entire generation.

The seventies (labeled the “me” generation, as opposed to the decade of the “we”) were born at this moment, when the beautiful Californian people closed in on themselves and padlocked the gates of their villas. Locking (doors) after opening (consciousnesses, horizons), it is the great swing of the counter-culture, which passes in one night from recklessness to regrets. We are just three weeks after Neil Armstrong’s leap for humanity and, more surprisingly, six days before the opening of the festivities in Woodstock, his kind hippies, his peace, love and music hippies, his hippies. operetta.

This is the pop thesis that Tarantino makes his own: what happened in Woodstock stayed in Woodstock. What happened in Hollywood, on the other hand, changed the world, its world. And not in good … This is the pop thesis that Tarantino makes his own: what happened in Woodstock stayed in Woodstock. What happened in Hollywood, on the other hand, changed the world, its world. And not in good … This is the pop thesis that Tarantino makes his own: what happened in Woodstock stayed in Woodstock. What happened in Hollywood, on the other hand, changed the world, its world. And not in good …

Once upon a time … in Hollywood will therefore be the first disenchanted Tarantino since Jackie Brown , so far his least loved film, because the least pleasant – and the least funny. The filmmaker made the daughters of Boulevard de la mort and Kill Bill triumph , the Jewish commandos of Inglourious Basterds , the leather slaves of Django Unchained , he even pretended to derive a theory about the revenge of the vanquished of the History, but it was jokes, winks, costume balls. Once upon a time … in Hollywoodis a requiem. Hence the maniacal effort of reconstitution, as if we were there, as if everything was still there, as it is, places, dreams, people, past, future. The film visits legendary places of the sixties LA, sets where western series were filmed, drive-ins, famous cinemas, boulevards (Sunset, Hollywood), all of which, or almost, have since changed. This vanished world, Brad Pitt, Leonardo DiCaprio and Quentin Tarantino’s camera walk around it, encountering ghosts, fantasies, look-alikes and shadows. A pretty hippie to hitchhike, because there is nothing wrong with that, nor reason to be afraid; an 8-year-old mini-actress to be taken aback, because she blahs too much (like in a Tarantino film); a comedy starlet to take a picture,


“With Roma, Cuarón made his Mexico 1970; me, it’s Los Angeles 1969 ”, said Tarantino in Cannes, not without a certain poetry. And too bad if the uninitiated spectator does not recognize all the nooks and crannies, nor decode all the signs.

His Once Upon a Time … is astral travel, a cottony dream up to the level of the child he was when he heard the Manson Murders story on the radio at breakfast time on the morning of August 9, 1969. He was then 6 and a half years old. He lived in the southern suburbs of Los Angeles, dreamed of himself a vindicator and rescuer of starlets in distress, as we believe in Santa Claus, and it is this feeling of innocence that his film pays homage to.

An LSD cigarette responds to De Niro and Leone’s opium pipe, to better say “Once upon a time …” When the effects of the drug begin to be felt and to contaminate the consciousness of the film and that of the viewer. So, when the gates of the villa open at dawn, there should be no revisionism, no consolation, just the painful evocation of what is not, of what is no more, of what was not. An elegy.

A midsummer night’s dream, leaving a trail of sad regrets upon waking up. No, really, he’s not a Tarantino like the others. And no, we’re not here to laugh. leaving a trail of sad regrets the moment you wake up. No, really, he’s not a Tarantino like the others. And no, we’re not here to laugh. leaving a trail of sad regrets the moment you wake up. No, really, he’s not a Tarantino like the others. And no, we’re not here to laugh.

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