Did you notice the authentic airchecks and classic DJs throughout Tarantino's latest film?
One of the benefits, if you can even call them that, of the COVID-19 pandemic is the glut, the excess, the plethora, my cup-runneth-over of free time to catch up on things like movie watching. While most of it was dreck, occasionally a gem turns up. Quentin Tarantinoâs supposed last feature film, âOnce Upon a Time in Hollywoodâ put a 2-1/2 hour smile on my face. The thing was so fucking nostalgic from the 1969 street scenes to the iconic 93 KHJ Boss-radio soundtrack to the shit in Rick Daltonâs kitchen cabinet, I found myself rewinding and freeze framing just to make sure I didnât miss anything. And after two plus hours of build-up and foreshadowing, the alternate reality conclusion totally caught me by surprise and made me love it even more. If you are a child of the â60s, you cannot miss this one, pandemic or not...












