I haven't read all the comments beforehand, but for my money, Tarantino made an alternate-history (not just alternate-history-Hollywood) movie: what if the hippies lost out to the previous generation's cool? How'd it be if Easy Rider never got to dethrone his beloved 1950s cowboy movies and actors? How'd it be if the Beatles, and flower power, never happened, instead losing to Paul Anka? How'd it be if our generation's films and music would stay relevant - and ourselves with them - forever, instead of losing (our edge) to those who come after us? Etc... Well, he wanted to try his hand at something like that, that's how it looks like to me. An alternate history where there is no generational gap and ageist hatred - and no revolutions! - but instead, an uninterrupted movie-industry (with the accent on "industry") lineage from the Rick Daltons to the Roman Polanskis of the day, and where any revolutionary outburst - notice how much the Manson gang out to kill resembled the clueless millennials from dad jokes in their words and behaviour? - gets stifled at once by counter-reformation (the bloody finale). Even Bruce Lee gets his due like he were an insufferable Zuckerberg making a TED Talk in that courtyard! Weinstein is only titularly out for this film. A ballsy, cheeky, and fun re-imagination, to which I applaud (not necessarily in ideological terms!).