WARNING: THIS REVIEW CONTAINS MASSIVE MASSIVE MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR QUENTIN TARANTINO’S “ONCE UPON A TIME IN HOLLYWOOD.” IF YOU HAVE NOT YET SEEN THE FILM AND WISH TO AND WISH TO SAVOR THE SURPRISES, DO NOT NOT READ THIS REVIEW.
I am suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to express our modern era as a movie pitch.
“See, it’s like Our Heroes came from dirt poverty but then they figured out the Secrets of the Universe and used it like wizards to completely restructure the world and make it a palace of wonders. Except here’s the twist: the stuff they were doing to make that palace of wonders? Turns out it was actually undermining the world while they were doing it! And if they don’t find a way to undo that, it’s going to wreck everything they built. So now they’re filled with self-doubt and they’re arguing with each other and no knows what to do when faced with this greatest challenge of all! Can they overcome their differences and come together to find a new way and save the world?”
“Sounds fantastic! How does it end?”
“Uh—I don’t have an ending yet.”