Francis Lai’s review published on Letterboxd:
Coasts along fine for two hours before diving into a highly questionable third act. Even so, I found myself wholly tired and uninvolved by the hour forty five mark. Turns out Tarantino’s stylings are more important than I assumed, as his most interesting topic in more than a decade - the idea of being a has been and washed up both in Hollywood and possibly in life - feels quite lifeless and meandering underneath the crushing weight of its near three hour runtime. That’s not even mentioning how this piles on a handful of the usual Tarantino irritants (ENOUGH with the feet already). Impressive how they placed DiCaprio into old 60s media though.