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All directors become who they are because they love movies; though it’s hard, after watching Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, to think of one who loves them more outrageously and obsessively than Quentin Tarantino.

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(Except maybe Paul Thomas Anderson, whose Inherent Vice would make for an excellent and extremely time-consuming double feature).

The 56-year-old’s ninth — and so he promises, penultimate — film feels like the sprawling confluence of every last thread in his creative DNA: lock-jawed Westerns, splattery exploitation, sex, sideburns, Nazis, nihilists, femmes who may or may not be fatales.

It’s shaggy and self-indulgent and almost scandalously long; and in nearly every moment, pretty glorious.

Once also has the good luck of being anchored by what might be two of the last true movie stars: Leonardo DiCaprio as Rick Dalton, a boozy, anxious actor staring down the bell curve of a never-quite-stellar career, and Brad Pitt as Cliff Booth, his taciturn stuntman turned trusty

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