By Westin Toetino
New Movie Critic

Tarantino’s ninth film, Once Upon a Time in Hollywood is a love letter to the glory days of the movie industry, back when actors were renowned, and stories mattered. It was a glorious awakening from the drall, redundant superhero films or the soulless remakes of animated classics. Almost every aspect of this film was a splash of relief, reaffirming why I became a movie critic in the first place. A stunning narrative, beautiful acting, with twists and turns without any warning! It was the perfect movie for this summer and for viewers that love movies, but as for myself and the rest of us foot appreciators, we were let down by Mr. Tarantino’s lack of adventure with sexual exploration of the feet.

Now don’t get me wrong, there were amazing shots of feet throughout this entire film. From Margaret Qualley’s dirty, filthy feet squished against the windshield, Margot Robbie’s clean, petite, pampered soles raised in the theater, to Dakota Fanning and the rest of the Manson girls’ plethora of naked dusty tootsies all over the ranch. These beautiful gifts from the esteemed filmmaker were a welcome one to me, but Quentin had a chance to wow us with this experimental film and fell flat.

We’ve seen feet in the Tarantino films before. Uma Thurman in both Kill Bill and Pulp Fiction, Pam Grier for Jackie Brown and of course Diane Kruger’s “sole” role in Inglourious Basterds. While Once Upon a Time in Hollywood does bring upon an entire cast of feet and many more scenes than the other movies combined, plethora does not equal ambition.

The foot fetish community is tired of the same boring shots of women’s toes, arches, and heels. We are in need of a daring director to bring us the scenes we so desperately need. The respectable people of this community deserve more than a tease of feet, we deserve events being shown on film, from kissing feet to animating them in a blockbuster studio where anthropomorphic feet live in a utopian society and things go wacky when a strange, but wacky character arrives on scene.

While Tarantino’s Once Upon a Time in Hollywood is a beautiful convergence of impressive storytelling, masterful acting, character synergy, and dynamic setting, it falls short on the most important issue of them all: foot representation. Tarantino has one movie left before retiring and if he doesn’t deliver a fifteen minute long foot worship scene in the next film, the foot fetish civil rights movement will be all for naught.