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Rating: 8/10 (19 March 2020)

Finally, I saw a Quentin who completely rebelled against Hollywood in terms of emotional composition. Why does Pete climb to the roof with a record and Bruce Lee's flashback? Why does Xiao Li want to insert part B in the process of chatting with the protagonist? Is Tate going to the cinema to see his films just to show his legs? When Peter really found out that living George was lying in bed, did the so-called crisis narrative and suspense collapse? It seems to be a hodgepodge of b-piece bridge sections, but Quentin deliberately twisted the chain of continuous action response to break. The film is not mediocre because the audience's expectation of psychological failure. Instead, it rises up a cross flash of light formed by disorderly patchwork of broken glass. The last 30 minutes is actually a bad comment on it. From the very beginning, it is a wonderful recollection of the atmosphere of the times. To portray Polanski and Bruce Lee as peerless fools is a wonderful embellishment of the secular fame and wealth market in which the American dream erupted: everything is just the best-selling goods in the vulgar and gorgeous dreamlike bazaar, while Quentin portrays the flashy human flesh market with gentle and sentimental comic strokes.