Evan Troup’s review published on Letterboxd:
The best part of Tarantino’s movies is always the characters, so it’s not a surprise that the one that leans back and just lets them drive down the streets of LA, watch a movie, and grab a drink ends up being one of his best. What it misses in the incredibly tense opening scene of Inglourious Basterds, it makes up for in an incredibly joyous trip to the movies with Margot Robbie’s wonderful Sharon Tate. Rick and Cliff don’t accidentally shoot someone in the head as they drive to work, but they do giddily narrate an episode of FBI that Rick stars in (who DiCaprio pretty much disappears into). And while there’s no Crazy 88, there’s a pretty crazy, acid-dipped finale (and a hilarious Brad Pitt - seriously he’s got Best Supporting Actor in the bag). Even if this movie was trash (it’s not) I would’ve loved it anyways because I’m THIRSTY for Old Hollywood. Seriously, I eat that shit UP.