Once Upon a Time...In Hollywood
If you've ever been day drinking in a big city dive bar and got cornered by a sad old drunk who talked your ear off about what life for him was like before he fucked it all up you know the sinking feeling this left me with. Yakking about the cars he drove, the girls that were nice to him, the cool clothes he used to wear. All while you look for an exit or a sympathetic bartender.
As someone who grew up loving Tarrantino's movies this was like watching your dad eat out of the garbage through a bus window.