..... but Robbie has one of its most moving scenes, in which Tate goes to a theater to watch herself in a new Dean Martin–Matt Helm movie.

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We gotta 'fess up that we are dreamily dreamin' of the marvelous masses of pallies who will seduced into devotion to our most beloved Dino by the mere mention of his name in review after review of "Once Upon a Time in Hollywood."  We thank Mr. David Edelstein and the pallies at "Vulture" as well as countless other scribers and 'net pads that are namin' the name of our mighty marvelous majestic Dino as they reverently reflect on Mr. Quentin Tarantino's recent release.

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Dino Martin Peters




MOVIE REVIEW

Quentin Tarantino’s Once Upon a Time in Hollywood Is a Seductive Pipe Dream

By David Edelstein

For a while, Once Upon a Time seems as if it’s going to be nothing but a series of extended digressions. But it’s shaped like a Western, and gets better, tighter, and more surprising as it moseys along, plainly building to the grisly, still-inexplicable tragedy that’s said to have ended the hedonistic feel of late-’60s Hollywood. Next door to Rick on Cielo Drive in the Hollywood Hills live Roman Polanski — super-hot off Rosemary’s Baby — and his young bride, Sharon Tate (Margot Robbie), whom we know going in will be butchered on the night of August 9, 1969, by Manson family members at the behest of their psychotic overlord. Tate is the film’s third and lesser protagonist, but Robbie has one of its most moving scenes, in which Tate goes to a theater to watch herself in a new Dean Martin–Matt Helm movie. If Tarantino has a Dream Girl, it would be Robbie here, her dirt-smudged bare feet (he’s notorious for his foot fetishism) on the chair in front of her, wide-eyed at seeing herself best Nancy Kwan in a karate fight. Be still my heart! That the footage onscreen is of the real Sharon Tate makes the sequence even more poignant.