Worn down by years of the fanboys’ undimmed enthusiasm, I avoided the screening for Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. I’ll watch it myself on Friday or Saturday morning. The list below is generous. I don’t care for anything after #6, and if I rank Inglorious Basterds and Django Unchained at all it’s due to a few undeniable set pieces in each, none of which involve the execrable Christoph Waltz, a performer whose self-adoration is such that he wouldn’t make love to himself because he’s not good enough. As for Pulp Fiction, I fast forward through the Bruce Willis-Maria de Medeiros section; infantilized girlfriend, sodomy, etiolated Ring Lardner fight story results in a bolus too lumpy to swallow.