ConnerRWood’s review published on Letterboxd:
Quentin tuning us into 1969 and then tuning us right back out with the twist of a radio knob. When I wasn't grinning from ear-to-ear, I was in a hysterical laughter, and when I wasn't doing that, I was in awe of the beautiful, coffee-stained look of the 35mm print. Whether it's stuntman Cliff speeding through the strip in that cream-colored ride or a day on set with Rick Dalton, I simply didn't want it to end.
It's not a neat film by any means, but you can't help but admire the maturity and tenacity of the time and space that Tarantino displays here. The air is electric.