MaryAnn 🌵’s review published on Letterboxd:
Sigh. Yet another example of why I cannot get into Tarantino's films. This one had way too many bloated, conflict-free scenes (the movie could have been at least 15 minutes shorter if the editor cut just the scenes of Brad Pitt driving). The female characters had nothing to do or were just plain annoying (seriously, what was the purpose of Sharon Tate's character? She wasn't annoying but she had nothing to do and had no arc). There were at least two stories in one here and they didn't seem to really build to anything. Did you know Quentin Tarantino likes westerns? I would NEVER have known. And for the love of God, WE GET IT about your damn foot fetish! Ugh. Not for me.