Hollywood’s favorite golden boy is trading his Oscar for a Hawaiian shirt once again. Brad Pitt — still impossibly radiant at 61 — has been spotted bringing his vintage swagger back to the streets of Los Angeles, where he’s breathing new life into the role that finally snagged him that long-overdue Academy Award.
The unexpected sequel to “Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood” comes with enough behind-the-scenes drama to fill a tabloid special edition. What started as Quentin Tarantino’s supposed swan song has morphed into something deliciously different under David Fincher’s meticulous eye. (And darling, who doesn’t love a good director swap scandal?)
Paparazzi have been having a field day capturing Pitt’s transformation outside the Beverly Cinema. The new Cliff Booth look? Pure ’70s magic with a dash of rebellion — think a deliberately messy blonde wig that would make a young Robert Redford jealous, paired with a flower-power yellow t-shirt that practically screams “1977 was here.” The costume department clearly raided every vintage shop in a 50-mile radius, and honestly? They’ve struck gold.
Speaking of the Beverly Cinema… Tarantino’s beloved movie house has undergone quite the makeover. The attention to period detail borders on obsessive — right down to those perfectly weathered Richard Pryor “Which Way Is Up?” posters. It’s enough to make any cinema purist weep with joy.
The cast list reads like someone’s dream dinner party guest list (and wouldn’t that be a night to remember). Yahya Abdul-Mateen II, Elizabeth Debicki, and Carla Gugino are joining the party, though Netflix — yes, they’re the ones who shelled out $20 million for Tarantino’s unused script — is keeping plot details locked down tighter than their 2025 release schedule.
What we do know? Cliff Booth’s new gig as a “Hollywood studio fixer” sounds tailor-made for Pitt’s particular brand of laid-back charm. The 1977 setting isn’t random either — it’s pure Tarantino catnip, coinciding with the release of “Rolling Thunder,” one of QT’s most-referenced films. Though he’s handed the directorial reins to Fincher, his fingerprints are all over this thing like prints on a vintage film canister.
Remember how the first film rewrote Hollywood history, with Cliff and his four-legged friend Brandy preventing the Manson Family murders? This sequel promises to keep playing in that alternative timeline where Hollywood’s golden age refused to fade to black. The real question is: how will Fincher’s clinical perfectionism mesh with Tarantino’s anarchic DNA?
One thing’s crystal clear — with Pitt channeling that Oscar-winning charm back into Cliff Booth’s flip-flops, we’re in for one hell of a ride through the sun-soaked, slightly sinister streets of late-’70s Los Angeles. And darling, wouldn’t we want it any other way?
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