Oh, look, another movie where Hollywood remakes Hollywood and somehow thinks we’re all too stupid to notice.
Here we are, blessed with The Adventures of Cliff Booth, the sequel to Once Upon a Time in Hollywood—because nothing screams “fresh, original content” like more Brad Pitt brooding in sunglasses while Tarantino pats himself on the back for writing another self-indulgent screenplay. Directed by David Fincher, because apparently even he couldn’t resist the gravitational pull of Tarantino’s bloated ego.
Set in the late 1970s—because who doesn’t love another gritty, post-hippie era movie where everyone smokes, wears terrible clothes, and whispers about scandals? This time, Cliff Booth isn’t just a stuntman; he’s a Hollywood studio fixer. That’s right, he’s graduated from doing dangerous stunts to doing dangerous people. It’s like Ray Donovan, but with more Tarantino-style dialogue and less actual substance.
The cast is a who’s-who of “I recognize that face but can’t remember their name” actors: Brad Pitt (obviously), Timothy Olyphant (the guy who’s always the tough guy), Scott Caan (because nepotism is alive and well), and Elizabeth Debicki (tall, talented, and probably underused). Oh, and Yahya Abdul-Mateen II, who’s contractually obligated to appear in every major Hollywood project for the next decade.
And let’s not forget the cinematography by Erik Messerschmidt, who’s probably just thrilled to add another “dark, moody, and slightly pretentious” film to his resume. Because nothing says “cinematic masterpiece” like a lot of shadows and a color palette that screams “I haven’t seen the sun since 1975.”
Oh, and it’s coming to Netflix, because why bother with theaters when you can watch it on your phone while scrolling through TikTok? Brilliant.
So, grab your popcorn, your cynicism, and your willingness to pretend this isn’t just Once Upon a Time in Hollywood: Part 2, and enjoy the ride. Or don’t. Either way, Hollywood wins. Again.
Finn McFrame, celebrated satirical mastermind and self-proclaimed “Emperor of Irony,” started his illustrious career as a cinematographer, where his expertise in capturing every single frame of a squirrel stealing a baguette earned him accolades at obscure film festivals.
Born in the glamorous town of Boring, Oregon, Finn grew up with dreams of being a Hollywood director until he realized that satire, not cinema, was his true calling—or at least the one that let him sleep until noon.
Finn McFrame: changing the world, one satirical lens flare at a time.
