A superb, almost perfect movie that ended in a way I wish were true.

Rating: 10/10 (3 January 2020)

Tarantino not only carried the Ball, but planted a field goal with this fantastic example of storytelling.
It tells a kind off fictional tale parallel to real life, and takes one of Hollywood's biggest tragedies (I speak of the death of the beautiful and kind Sharon Tate at the hands of the Manson family), and gives it a much more heroic ending.
Basically, the three murderers of Tate and her friends in the home of Roman Polanski that took place in 1969, were interrupted by a fictional Character (Rick Dalton, an old-school western actor, played brilliantly by Leo DeCaprio). So the three would-be murderers attempt to kill him instead of Tate. However when they make the attempt, they are met with Cliff Booth (A second fictional character, a ultra-masculine stuntman and Rick's oldest friend). Booth, buzzing off his nut on an Acid dipped cigarette he purchased earlier in the movie. Questions the three murderers, and when they attack...
HE ABSOLUTLEY OWNS THEM IN THE MOST HEROIC AND HILARIOUS WAY... (Using his Pit Bull dog, a can of dogfood, and when Rick works out what's going on... A flamethrower.
This scene had me cheering and laughing.
The ending is heartbreaking, when Sharon Tate asks Rick what happened, then recognises him from his old TV show, and invites him up for drinks.
If I could travel back in Time, I'd go back to that fateful day, tell Clint Eastwood and his stunt double to be there on that date, and tell Cliff "Tell the hippies to Fxxk off"