One Hysterical Coming of Age Quelled Cinematic Panic Attack.

Rating: Null/10 (10 December 2019)

Before I truly begin, I must admit, as much as I respect him for elevating cinema as a craft, I have always thought Tarantino's films to be rather tedious yet buoyant, padded out by occasional ultra-violence with sizeable precision and well devised ostentatious dialogue, this film, needless to say, is none of those things.
It is Tarantino taking a gander at his predecessors with a brash glee, infused with just enough of the mans signature style to please the buffs. It is nostalgia of a different kind, a personal nostalgia, it does furtherer than cite a romanticised past. Not only does he elevate tropes and make the audience conscious of the difference between prior and present, he also adds another layer of true poignancy, because although he didn't well and sincerely experience 1969, he felt it, and he recognises its influences, upon him, and others, he knows the gut of the era, and you can really share that when you watch the film.
But on a less malleable note, the film in general. Yes, it is full of Tarantino's generation cutting (although the structure remains conventional), the seductive talking, and his evocative visuals of pulpy times since past, it plays more like the cinematic embodiment of "Everybody's Talkin'" always on its toes, fast an choppy yet subdued, somber and peppy in a playful way. So my conclusion, It may not be his "best" film, but it is his masterpiece.