WFTB Score: 17/20
The plot: Washed-up actor Rick Dalton is given one last shot at the big time, starring as the heavy in a Sam Wanamaker Western; but he’s not in good shape and seems more likely to break down than deliver a masterful performance. Meanwhile, Rick’s stunt double/driver/buddy Cliff Booth seems to find trouble wherever he goes, whether that’s on set or accompanying young ladies back to their hippy-ish commune. Rick’s new neighbour Sharon Tate is oblivious to all these troubles as she prepares to welcome a new arrival in her life.
First of all – my occasional reminder that my reviews sometimes feature spoilers, so if you want to watch this film with completely fresh eyes, please do so (and then come back). Anyway, onwards…
Nobody would accuse Quentin Tarantino of being a lazy filmmaker and my first response to Once Upon A Time In Hollywood is pure admiration for the work that has gone into the film. Can you imagine the craft, the design inspiration, the hundreds and hundreds of hours of research, sourcing, design and so on that must have gone into re-creating Hollywood in the late ‘60s as convincingly as has been done here? Sure, technology can help with this sort of thing, erasing modern features that creep into the frame and whatnot, but everything looks so real and authentic that you are totally immersed in the culture of the time – it’s no surprise to learn that the film won Best Production Design at the Oscars. It’s not often that I mention crew before cast but the people that made OUATIH must be applauded for making a picture that evokes an era so beautifully.
My second response is also admiration, for the craft shown by Tarantino as director and writer, and DiCaprio and Pitt as actors, in bringing us the lives of two B-list Hollywood figures struggling not to fade into obscurity: Leonardo DiCaprio’s Dalton, intense and lachrymose; Brad Pitt’s Booth, cool and callous. Through numerous, fascinating and typically lengthy scenes they build a picture of the metaphorical death of one Hollywood dream, contrasted with their up-and-coming young neighbours. Of course, not everything is strictly relevant or advances the story, but the writing, staging and acting of every scene is so good that a little wallowing feels deserved; Rick and Cliff are characters who are rounded and complete in a way so few movie characters are in modern cinema.
I particularly like the filming of the scene that Dalton has been shown rehearsing for and struggling with, during which he occasionally dries. But then he zones into the scene and suddenly (if briefly) you see why he was a (sort of) celebrated actor (the scene reminded me of something vaguely similar in Mulholland Drive, another movie about the dream-nightmare that is Hollywood). It’s clear that Tarantino is fascinated by this world of nearly men, of almost-forgotten names and cheap B-pictures made while the ‘Summer of Love’ was turning into something darker.
The growing tension around the pivotal evening – the visit by Charles Manson’s murderous followers to the houses on Cielo Drive – is expertly handled, Cliff firstly paying a visit to the annexed Spahn ranch, giving a foretaste of the explosion of violence by which the tension is eventually released. The climax of OUATIH is not a particularly easy watch but, if you are a fan of these things, it’s highly effective and, for my money, it’s done far better here than the overly blood-drenched histrionics of The Hateful Eight.
My final and lingering response to the movie is a profound discomfort as to whether a revisionist tale of Sharon Tate’s murder, where Manson’s followers turn up next door and get what’s coming to them, is in poor taste. I understand this is basically the same rewriting of history that took place in Inglourious Basterds, but somehow this wish-fulfilment feels as though it might be out of place, where a less direct reference to what happened (a fictional actor who’s not, perhaps, pregnant) might feel a little less queasy. I’m deliberately hedging my bets here because I’m not totally sure how I feel; but nor do I feel that it’s something about which I have to fall on one side of the fence or another, at least not as a snap reaction.
The one line of argument runs that the use of the dreadful real-life crime is an exploitative and rather cheap way to build up tension, especially for the first-time viewer who doesn’t know which way the story is going to go. The other argument asks why should we not watch a timeline where the blameless Tate is spared and allowed to live her life, the only problem being that you’re then watching Margot Robbie playing Tate going about a mundane day, for no good reason – there’s nothing wrong with Robbie’s performance, as such, but she’s really there so that (in this timeline) nothing happens to her; she exists in a negative space that’s not altogether satisfactory, though this is balanced by the catharsis I’ve already alluded to.
Anyway, as I say, I’m not sure the viewer needs to make a decision about the film’s intent, and however uneasy you are about how real, tragic events are reinterpreted it’s only a very small factor in what is a seriously impressive film. Once Upon A Time In Hollywood isn’t flawless but from the director downwards it’s a marvellous example of the craft of film-making with some explosive moments of violence for good measure. He’s a strange bloke at times, is Quentin, but he sure knows how to make a movie.