The late ‘60s in Hollywood is a pretty fascinating time. Hippie culture taking off while the “old guard” — John Wayne, Robert Mitchum, Kirk Douglas, etc. — are still bankable stars. Drug-fueled horror in the person of Manson waiting in the wings. Tarantino seems the perfect guy to bring that crazy time back to life.
I was there in the late ‘60s. Was actually invited to the party at Sharon Tate’s house the night the Manson Helter Skelter murders took place.
Intuition saved me. My bf came over all excited to say were were invited to a Hollywood party by his friend Jay Sebring. It was as if 20 guys with a battering ram hit my stomach and I breathed out a huge NO. So we didn’t go, Sebring was killed that night along with Sharon Tate, and we were safe.
The second time I had that battering-ram to the gut experience was the first time I saw Bill Clinton on a stage at a small meeting of Dem Candidate wannabes.
Clinton as bad as Manson? You betcha.
AS far as Tarantino goes, I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of his films. Always sounded rather gross to me. But I’m willing to be wrong on this one. Let me know if you go.