If this film feels less satisfying than Quentin Tarantino’s previous three, it’s likely because the writer-director has exhausted whatever he has to say about the relationship between movies and history and is simply spinning his wheels. That’s not to say that it’s is without its pleasures. From moment to moment, Tarantino remains one of the most impressive stylists currently working in American cinema, and the film contains a trove of entertaining crane shots, cutaway gags, and stray visual details. He also remains an impressive director of actors: Hollywood features two marvelous performances from Leonardo DiCaprio and Brad Pitt, and the supporting cast (which features Margot Robbie, Al Pacino, Kurt Russell, and Lena Dunham) is seldom less than enjoyable. Yet despite its epic length, Hollywood doesn’t feel as much like a grand statement as it does an accumulation of pleasant moments, as if Tarantino had simply assembled everything he liked about late-60s California (both real and imagined) and decided to play with his collection. CONTINUE READING