Top-tier Tarantino. The ache of your (perhaps delusional) feeing of promise being left behind. Yet, in the end, some hope for others. This is Tarantino’s most empathetic and emotionally effective work since “Jackie Browne.”
An incredibly affecting, immaculately crafted film with the air of a Gothic romance. And like some of the best Gothic romances, this one shines a light on the women of that world, the ones who tirelessly worked to keep everything running, and who shared in the pain and glory and yet were relegated to the back burner when the story was finally told. This isn't the story of a master and a muse, but rather the story of a twisted bond built on each individual's endless need for more; more intimacy, more control, and more passion.
The past has a habit of showing up on your doorstep and reminding you of the things you've done, the ones you can't quite escape. What do you do then? Well, you put out some food, welcome the past in, and then do your best to reckon with it and move forward.
Burnett's film is haunting in this very subtle, but very effective way, and a lot of that comes down to Glover, and of course Burnett's direction. Glover in…