...it’s Robbie’s Tate that makes the blood-red sun shine throughout.

It’s one of those rare movies that will provoke conversation and debate long enough to cement itself in the public consciousness more than the fleeting multiplex hit of the week.

The director’s love letter to 1960s Hollywood, where all women are stereotypes and white men the real victims, disturbs and dazzles in equal measure.

...a heady compendium of Tarantino inspirations, ideas and motifs, brilliantly made and perfectly performed...

All the QT hallmarks are here – the jet-black humour, precision-engineered dialogue, jukebox soundtrack and, of course, bare feet.

The encounter between fiction and fact is the crux of the film...