Molly’s review published on Letterboxd:
once the “sixth months later” title card came up and I knew it was time for the praised final act of the movie, I felt relieved, like it was finally gonna wow me.
i was already pretty certain of what was going to happen, but I was waiting to feel like it all added up to something, trying to piece together what he wanted to say with the predictable aspects: the violence, the nostalgia, and the revisionist history. and to be honest, I found the ending underwhelming and tonally odd and ineffective, and the film itself lacking something meaningful to say beneath its indulgence in the past.
overall, i wish there was more sharon tate as her character was the most compelling and nuanced in the brief glimpses we see of her, thanks to robbie. rick dalton, who I know is supposed to be endlessly funny and charming with his washed-up movie star persona, was far less interesting. while the scenes with him and cliff were decent because they play off each other well, I found myself mostly bored with the excessive western scenes with dalton, both from the past and on set. ultimately it felt like tarantino let his adoration for that hollywood era and his desire to recreate it become too self-indulgent, with no real thought-provoking story or purposeful message.