The Equivalent of Having A Crackhead Extricate Your Fingernails With Pliers.

Rating: 8/10 (13 January 2020)

What version of fresh hell is "Once Upon A Time In Hollywood"? Really, are we supposed to feel sympathy for Hollywood actors because "they're just like us?" Gimme a break. This flick is the equivalent of an NFL lineman lamenting, "I'm hurt! Can't you see that?" Listen, folks. We put people on pedestals, like the gladiatorial Romans did, for a reason - to entertain us regardless of the cost to their souls. No one forces somebody to be a movie star, or Playboy playmate, or NFL player, or...get the picture? It's purely voluntary; no one cares about your hardships. That's what all that money, drugs, champagne, and mansions are for. You want sympathy? Go see a priest. Trust me; he's not the saint he claims to be either.
Update: Okay. Having seen the ending (the last 5 minutes of the film), I have to conclude it's brilliant in the sense that "Magnolia" was brilliant, that is, everything you saw for the past two hours was BS - here's the real story. In that sense, "Once Upon A Time In Hollywood" worked. Sure fooled me.