I watched Once Upon a Time in Hollywood.

What a loving, sprawling, tonally-confused mess that I still adored. It was like a reverie, almost Lynchian in some aspects, with no real plot to speak of. And that is not a knock against the film at all. What I think it mainly was attempting to do is to immerse one in a world departed, mostly forgotten, even by those who lived it. It worked; the whole milieu felt utterly foreign. We have changed so much since then while mostly denying it — but Tarantino understands how much has changed, thus he can transport us back to that world of greater openness and receptivity to…just whatever happens.

And Margaret Qualley! Holy crap, she was just great. I liked her ok in The Leftovers, sure. Nothing wrong with her performances there. Perfectly solid. But in Once she was giving off sparks of insuppressible energy. Great acting and inhabited that role completely; all the subtle little physical things she does are just perfect.