A has-been actor and his stuntman end up living next door to Roman Polanski and Sharon Tate as Charles Manson’s gang are hanging around.
I don’t think that I’m sufficiently steeped in film to catch all the allusions and references in this film. It was VERY long (three hours) and too self-indulgent in spinning off into side stories. And my God, the ending was violent. I shut my eyes.
My rating: 3/5 (but I probably don’t know what I’m talking about)
The Resident Judge of Port Phillip 