Diego Crespo’s review published on Letterboxd:
ethereal landscapes with huge towering structures, the people are only pronounced in close-ups. gorgeously textured anamorphic frames, the endless city lights and early/late blue hours make for a film that captures the true beautiful spirit of Los Angeles while externalizing the labyrinthian emotions of being alone, if not lonely. greatest ending of all time.
watched with a pretty active crowd, which had its pros and cons. pacino naturally got the huge laughs. the gunfire was deafening. some "awws" and "oohs" when something sad happened, so either there were a few first timers tonight or the film still works as well as ever - probably both. supposedly tarantino's personal print. missing a few frames, quentin! get it together, dude.