Once Upon a Time...in the District
1993 is to me what 1969 is to Quentin Tarantino in terms of relative age at that time; Once Upon a Time...in Hollywood is as much a love letter to this begone era of Los Angeles as it is a memory exercise for the award-winning filmmaker and he proceeds deeper into his own middle age. I don't feel middle-aged but I don't necessarily feel young either, it's the international travel and live music that keeps me rejuvenated -- it always has -- which is why I lean so heavily into it. Anyway, 1993 was a weirdly formative year for me. We had been living in Fairfax for about a year at that point (Calling this Once Upon a Time...in the District seemed like a much better title than Once Upon a Time...in Fairfax , yeah?), I wrapped up kindergarten and started first grade. My sister would turn three that May and I would turn seven that August. It was a weird gap year in that it was the only year in elementary school where I had no major extracurricular activities; no sports, it was