Jasim Perales’s review published on Letterboxd:
BRAD PITT’S A BADASS, LEO SHOULD GET ALL THE OSCARS, AND MARGOT IS ALSO THERE.
From start to finish Tarantino has crafted yet another thoroughly entertaining thinkpiece on film and pop culture, this time looking back on film, TV, and how those things shape people.
It’s so different from his other films in so many ways, mainly because it strives to be more thoughtful and fully utilizes Tarantino’s unbridled passion for cinema rather than using that as a backdrop.
It takes its sweet time, and decreases the scale a bit. The narrative is slow, small, and contained, until it explodes all at once with a riveting scene toward the end.
The performances are, of course, top notch. The writing is still strong and snappy, though it does signal a change in Tarantino’s writing style from cool and hip and self-indulgent (in all the best possible ways, of course) to more relaxed yet focused.
The editing could be tighter (Sally Menke is sorely missed) and the cinematography could have had a bit more style.
But honestly, I had a great time. I was invested from start to finish, and Tarantino has once again delivered.
And that last scene holy shit.