So I finished Tarantino's Once Upon a Time in Hollywood novelisation a while ago, but its taken this long to put how I felt about it into words.
I've been obsessed with his movies for over half my life now, which is probably why I found this book so disappointing and unnecessary.
I realise its meant to be cheap and trashy in order to be a genuine 60s drugstore paperback novelisation; but "The proposal Murdock Lancer proposed his sons was simple" is horrendous, and the book is full of these. The whole thing just has the tone of those gross monologues he sometimes writes himself into a movie for, it seriously sounds like a bedtime story read by stuntman Mike. You can clearly still shoot a movie roughly in the style of Golden Era Hollywood and still make it great, the same should be able to work for a book.
Speaking of Death Proof, that is an excellent adaption of a cheap, tacky style that stays genuine in being all about sex without having to resort to any self-gratifying nudity or sex scenes. This book on the other hand seems straight up transparent, with way too much plot regarding Hollywood's horrible, manipulative sexual power dynamics. Maybe this is throwing his best friend Harvey Weinstein under the bus, but its just way too uncomfortable and personal. Obviously it was (or is) truly the culture, but I don't know, it feels more like he's revelling in it than exposing it.
I love the movie this is based on, and rank it among his best. What I was hoping to get out of this book was an expansion, and hopefully some extra plot details to flesh out the setting. It does deliver on some of this, but to a minimum with how much the other aspects mentioned detract.
If writing is his retirement plan, I hope straight up novels suit him better. Or at least that he gets a better editor than Harvey was as a producer (who he clearly doesn't need).