If you have appreciated a couple of Quentin Tarantino's former films, you may be disappointed with this one. There is very little plot to speak of, and there are long drawn-out scenes that don't add anything to a storyline, such as watching Brad Pitt drive for several minutes. That's it, just driving. The movie is so scattered, random, and slow. The movie then completely veers off into a tale of Charles Manson, the commune, and Sharon Tate, which I found completely unnerving, disgusting, completely tasteless, and utterly disrespectful to those who are slaughtered in that insane situation, only to be parodied in Tarantino's shameful offering to the Industries consumers. It really makes me wonder how this piece of work received such high ratings. It must have taken a lot of promises and a lot of cash.