Pretty good, but imagine if this A) didn't totally whiff the central mystery and B) was directed by someone who knew to have fun. James Gray makes Steve McQueen look like Edgar Wright.
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"Fella said that he was the devil and he was gonna do some, uh, devil shit"
I feel like I need to a) get some sleep and b) see this at least two more times before I have anything coherent to say about it, for now I'm just kinda stunned. This is a very different movie from Tarantino's usual MO, so it took me a while to settle into the groove, but once I did I adored it. And then…