Once again Tarantino has given us a film that could've been cut by at least an hour to try and make something less dreary and dialogue heavy. This is the Hateful Eight all over again. Too long, drawn out, ambling, with scenes that really don't need to be in the film. The Tate sequence in the cinema....yawn....DiCaprio fretting about his career...yawn....It feels like a patchwork quilt of a film that has been put together badly. If there is one redeeming feature it's Pitt's and DiCaprio's performances which really do show the quality of them as actors, albeit Pitt steals the show and the limelight form DiCaprio, but maybe that's not fair on DiCaprio as his role is that of an actor who's been told he's on the slippery downward slope of his career if something doesn't change. Tarantino can you ever repeat the sheer utter brilliance of Pulp Fiction? Somehow I doubt it.