Hopkins is the only reason this is remotely watchable.
Tarantino's most subtle film — this movie is completely enjoyable. De Niro is hilarious as the aging criminal loser, Keaton plays the overzealous cop with ease, Sam Jackson further hones his Pulp character, and Pam Grier and Robert Forster deliver two career performances.
Quentin does what he does best — let the story tell itself, and let the camera and the score always complement the performances. This is his least stylized and — therefore — most overlooked film. If you're…
Inherently incoherent -- following this film is a full time job. This is The Big Lebowski without the rug, Inside Llewyn Davis without the cat. Maybe this movie needed the Coen Brothers?
PTA directs the shit out of this (as to be expected), and Joaquin Phoenix and Josh Brolin are hilarious. But the rest of the movie just sort of slogs along around them. There's no hurry to get where we're going, which is seemingly nowhere.
Maybe I need to…