Daniel Conderman 
Welcome to Once Upon a House in Hollywood, the reality show fever dream you never knew you needed and probably can’t legally air! Ten of Quentin Tarantino’s most unhinged survivors have been ripped from their respective timelines, stuffed into a single retro-fabulous house in the Hollywood Hills, and left to compete, connive, and cohabitate without killing each other—or at least, not on camera. It’s a spaghetti western meets grindhouse meets Real World meltdown, where emotional baggage is heavier than Jules’ wallet and everyone’s got beef, secrets, and at least one confirmed body count. The pool is full of bourbon, the pantry is booby-trapped, and somewhere, The Bride is meditating while Mr. Pink cries into a can of Spam. Welcome to the most violently passive-aggressive roommate situation ever televised. Buckle up, buttercup—it’s gonna be a blood-splattered banger.
