He hit me...and it felt like a kiss.

Rating: Null/10 (26 July 2019)

QT films a love letter to analog Hollywood serenading the unsung could have/has been heroes of the Industry while backhanding armchair politicians with his meta-as-*u*k-Easter egg laden narrative replete with characters kissed by preternatural powers of self-effacing, hyper-reflexivity navigating a near-woke, PC revisionist dreamscape the #meetoo #oscarssowhite contingent can digest without immediately pulling out their phones in a packed and darkened theatre to snap a selfie of them throwing up in a ONCE UPON A TIME IN...HOLLYWOOD screening.
I appreciate QT particularly going out of his way to celebrate Los Angeles' historic establishments and the diversity of people responsible for supporting and nourishing the Industry throughout its evolution *I type this even as I wait to be *itch-slapped offscreen and set the timer for critical #lgbtqiainclusivity Op-Eds*
...All of Hollywood is a stage and everyone has an integral role to play whether you're the Chicano waiter at El Coyote or an Everyman bartender at Musso & Frank's, a disembodied crew member in heels booking it to your call-time, a kind theatre manager like Obet Maldonado at the Bruin, an undervalued Rick Dalton and Cliff Booth, a demi-dimensional, starlet with aspirations so bright you're a North Star for the lost with no direction of their own...everyone in Hollywood conspires to light a fire with the lumens to burn off the darkness and absorb life's worst blows.
I never thought I'd see the Vogue a-glow nor the Tomkat theatre *before his transition*.