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Tarantino's scrupulously reconstructs 1969 Hollywood to create an alternative end to the 1960's, but to what end? Once again, he has made an enjoyable, overlong and seemingly pointless re-imagining (think Inglorious Bastards, Hateful 8, etc) that pervades his private fantasies, instead of an original narrative.
Of course, 1969 featured Woodstock and Altamont, but the Manson killings was the quintessential, bleak end of that exciting decade. And here, Tarantino imagines a clear clash between early 1960's macho culture confronting a debased late 1960's hippie disaster, with the macho culture coming out on top. With both Pitt and DiCaprio on top form as a tough stunt man (think Clint Eastwood) and fading, insecure Western star (no obvious parallel I know of), most of the film seems to be wallowing in their relationship. But the real story is the scheduled murder of next store neighbour Sharon Tate by the Manson crazies in August. We are waiting for it - how will Tarantino deal with it? It will be gruesome that's for sure. But what do these macho neighbours have to do with it?
Well, that's the real tale. What if the Manson family made a slightly different turn and missed Terry Melcher's old house and invaded Leo and Brad's pad? Quite a different outcome from the real story. The blood bath was on the other foot, with the macho boys dispensing ruthless frontier justice on the home invaders.
Despite the length, I found it captivating, weird, beautiful and disgusting all at the same time. The message was clear - if drug crazed hippies are out to kill you, a couple of tough guys with a pit bull and a flame thrower will save you from a fate worse than Covid-19.
Not a perfect film, but a wildly enjoyable romp.
Thor kills hundreds of Bangladeshis in this Hidden, John Wick derivative bullet splattered drama. The son of India's biggest drug lord is kidnapped by Bangladesh's biggest drop lord and Hemsworth, suitably muscly and Aussie, rescues him - that's it. The rest is a standard but well made action thriller, with one half of a decent twist, with the highest body count I have ever seen.
The film benefits from the setting - which is unique in this genre - but it also seems to re-enforce the 'human life is cheap' out there idea. Also, it has a female fixer character of Indian origin who is, of course, a Mary Sue, an all knowing, all powerful, female action hero. She kills without a second thought, never mussing her hair while her make up is perfect throughout. It is only slightly annoying, but it is annoying nonetheless.
Hemsworth delivers a Clint Eastwood performance - he is also a trope - but manages a few glimpses into a human being behind his Terminator style mayhem. I feel sorry for him - he shows some decent acting, but will most likely be cast in these muscle bound, action hero roles until he is too old to move.
J Lo steals this film about a gang of women who use their bodies and drugs to rob men stupid enough to fall victim to their scheme. It's a real life tale, dramatised. The women entrap, drug and rob men, and spend their money on furs, handbags and heels. That critics think this is a 'feminist' film about empowerment is ludicrous. It is about a coven of witches who ooze and gush about money and exploit and injure men. Oh yeah, BTW, the 'moral centre of the film, turned state's evidence and got off scot free. The leader, Ramona, got 5 years probation. Now that's what I call equality. Also what I call misandry, which means the hatred of men. Remarkable trash.