Quentin Tarantino‘s Once Upon A Time in Hollywood ended with a nice late ’60s Hollywood fantasy — Sharon Tate and friends spared from terrible death, Rick Dalton (Leonardo DiCaprio) and Cliff Booth (Brad Pitt) dispatching Manson Family wackos Tex Watson (Austin Butler) and Susan Atkins (Mikey Madison), the possibility of Rick’s career re-igniting, etc.

So what new adventure or intrigue could Booth and Dalton encounter that would top their big Cielo Drive finale?

Suggestion: Whatver the plot, please bring back Julia Butters.

Apparently I have to write the words “yes, I know what day it is”, so now I’ve done that.

Jeff “Insneider” Sneider is all over this…

25 years have passed since my one and only viewing of Robert Zemeckis‘ What Lies Beneath (7.21.00). I was thinking last night about giving it another watch, but then I dredged up some memories and went “naaah.”

Besides not liking it much, I was also kind of distraught over Harrison Ford having made one of the biggest mistakes of his career by blowing off the role of Robert Wakefield in Steven Soderbergh and Stephen Gaghan‘s Traffic, which was shot around the same time as the Zemeckis and opened six months later (12.27.00).

Michael Douglas played the Wakefield role…skillfully, effectively. I couldn’t understand why Ford would reject this kind of acting opportunity in order to play a deranged husband in a piece of shit like What Lies Beneath. Douglas was totally fine in Traffic, but Ford might’ve been even better…we’ll never know,

“Gee, I really shouldn’t say that, being so normal and everything,” etc.

There’s something hilariously diseased in the way Peter Sellers improvises through this Lolita scene with James Mason. I laugh every time I watch this as it never stops being a sick-genius thing because (a) it feels so unhinged…an impishly eccentric, anything-goes riff on a closeted gay guy trying to ingratiate himself with a straight-arrow, and (b) at the same time Sellers is imitating Stanley Kubrick‘s Bronx-accented voice with a slight lisp…

“A couple of normal guys like us could get together and discuss world events…it’s great to have a lovely tall pretty little small daughter like that…I get sort of carried away, you know, being so normal and everything.”

Forget it, dude…Star Wars isn’t The 1619 Project…a 2020 complaint…let it go…Kathy Kennedy has killed Star Wars anyway.

The Dealey Plaza bullets will never add up or square with the official story. The first bullet missed, many have said, and hit a curb or something, the second bullet hit President Kennedy in the neck (although no one’s sure if it came from the TSBD or the grassy knoll) and the third bullet was the pink-spray head shot.

But there was a fourth bullet, of course, which secret service agent Paul Landis found, intact, “sitting on the back seat ledge, where the cushion meets the metal on the car.”

And no one will ever know what definitely happened because it’s been 62 years and people are still speculating and spitballing…forget it! The only irrefutable thing is that Lee Harvey Oswald didn’t fire four bullets.

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again — forget the back-of-the-head blowout testimony. It’s not in the Zapruder footage, and there was a young crew-cutted father who appeared on a local Dallas TV news station right after the shooting, who reported that the right side of JFK’s head took the damage, just like the Zapruder film shows.

So forget those crazy Parkland Hospital doctors who claimed otherwise. And double-triple-quadruple forget those doo-wacky conspiracy guys who believe that the Zapruder film was secretly altered…bullshit. Plus Time-Life’s Richard Stolley saw the Zapruder footage hours after the assassination and never said boo, etc.

And I’ll tell you something else: I’ve been to Dealey Plaza and have stood behind the grassy knoll wooden fence, etc., and eyewitnesses have never said that Elm Street, upon which JFK’s limo was cruising when the shots rang out, is more of a downward hill than a gentle slope…it’s a steeper hill than news footage indicates.

One more thing: Oliver Stone, who had hair plugs put in four decades ago, needs to go my Prague hair guy. He just needs to fortify things…no biggie.

According to Kid Rock, Donald Trump and Bill Maher put on their “what the hell, let’s be congenial” masks during last night’s dinner at the White House.

Like all meetings of longtime antagonists (i.e., Richard Nixon and Chou en Lai in ’72), it was a performative (i.e., less that 100% sincere) experience that outraged progressive Dems, of course, but technically harmed no one.

Hey, we were both born and raised near New York City! And we both despise wokesters.

Despite what The Daily Beast‘s Leigh Rimmins has reported, KR didn’t specifically say that Maher’s “mind was blown” — he said that his mind was blown while everyone was pleasantly surprised by the vibes.

This doesn’t change the fact that Trump is still an under-educated guy who likes McDonalds and probably farts a lot…a dangerously un-inquisitive, animal-level authoritarian, liar, short-fingered vulgarian and sociopath who’s shown very little respect for the U.S. Constitution, and who sure as shit proved this on 1.6.21.