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No reason for a lengthy review this late in the game. Watched this cinematic stunner for the first time last night on a DVD bought from the budget bin at Walmart.

'Wow' is all I can say. How true is it to the actual story? Who cares!

The comic bumbling balanced with the naked horror of ambition and desire is something to behold.

Just when you get used to laughing you find yourself suddenly stopping and being forced to ponder the pure evil/stupidity of it all.

A refined yet terrible accomplishment.

Greg Jackson, well known by any YouTube enthusiast as one of the most vapid and self-serving little boy on the planet, now makes an attempt here on IMDB to pass himself as a bonafide actor, director, writer, musician and whatever else his pathetic imagination can dream up.

It's all lies.

I'd write another 5,000 words detailing my disgust for this 2-dimensional cardboard cut-out of this hilariously contemptable human, but I'm not going to waste my time and risk my blood pressure.

Have a good day!

You can write all the phony 10 rated reviews you want, you ain't foolin' me or anybody else. Just like most folks, I waited over two hours after the film began for the film to begin.

I was entertained by the absolute attention to detail as far as what you would experience walking around a 1969 Los Angeles, but that's all you get.

We are treated to a series of meandering scenes that individually threaten to turn into a story, but then it doesn't happen. Over and over again.

The only shred of a plot that develops at all is between Brad Pitt's character (can't even remember his name) and a quirky underage hippie girl who happens to be part of the Manson family.

This anti-climaxes with an absolutely useless scene between Pitt and Veteran Bruce Dern, leaving the viewer yet again wondering why anybody would drop $12 on this pointless movie.

And what's up with the revisionist history? Why would you want to change who gets murdered and why?

Disappointing, fruitless and boring.

You'd be more entertained following me around for three hours on any given day.