Not only the worst Tarantino film, but one of the worst movies I've seen. From the miscasting of Di Caprio as washed up Western star, to the boring plot to the meaningless dialogue, to the unnecessary crazy graphic violence - I guess when you don't know how to write roles for women, you have to show them get beaten to a pulp. The ending is a slap in the face for all who know what really happened. For about 20 minutes of the movie, I wondered if it was still raining outside and if I had turned off the curling iron. I feel contempt for the reviewers who felt they had to kiss up to Tarantino in order not to be hit with the wrath of this unpleasant egomaniac, who self importantly ordered the Cannes audience not to reveal the ending as if his colossal bore were a Kubrick. Tarantino has nothing to say, his best film dates 25 years back.