Well, I have to say, I didn't like this movie, and I've pretty much loved Tarantino's films to date. Really, this didn't even feel like one of his pictures. Where was the wonderful dialogue, the banter, the witty repartee? Almost completely absent in this, except for just a little from child actor Julia Butters. A very little. DiCaprio's character is super lame, and the fact that we have to watch him act in a movie within this movie is just torture. As are the long, purposeless driving scenes. Yeah, just driving. And honestly, where the plot ends up is not a surprise, as Tarantino did the same type of thing in a previous, far superior film of his. Bright spots are Margot Robbie, who is just amazingly gorgeous, Margaret Qualley, who just dominated her scenes, and Al Pacino, who creates a heck of character that disappointingly just disappears from the film. (actually, when he pops up in his second scene, I had completely forgot he was in the film! I guess those driving scenes had lulled me to complacency.) Oh yeah, and Bruce Dern was hilarious as George Spahn! Overall, just totally disappointed. Had Tarantino's name not been on it, I totally would have turned this off at the 30 minute mark. He does throw in his trademark over-the-top-disgusting violence near the end, but really, this seems like a movie by someone else. And not a good someone else.