Gabriel Lyons’s review published on Letterboxd:
The closest thing to an actual movie Quentin Tarantino has made to date. His status as the world’s most overblown remake connoisseur has been shelved for the time being.
It establishes itself as an entire universe alternative to our own, and plays out like a true slice of life, albeit sloppily handled and unsure of itself as a portrait of Hollywood or a portrait of a slain Hollywood starlet in fleeting portrayal. It is self-referential, homaging work that was created specifically for this film. Brad Pitt at his best, Leo at his most...uh...
Make no mistake, though. This is 2019’s La La Land. While adequately entertaining and engrossing throughout, at times unfairly fun, and the craft behind it being admirable in every way, it fails to account for the films of yesteryear that led to the existence of this film. Epic documents, portraits of massive universes, made in the era that this film is documenting. Once Upon a Time in... Hollywood fails in making itself singular in its field. Like La La Land with its Golden Age counterparts, if this film were made in the early seventies, no one would remember it, or even really care.
Almost, QT, almost.