Rumsey Taylor’s review published on Letterboxd:
This is Tarantino in full-on parody mode, as though Foxx, Waltz, DiCaprio, et al, populate a big costume party where everyone's look and accent is spot-on. It never feels as dire or as threatening as the context prescribes, perhaps because of Waltz's method of diffusing almost every moment of tension or Foxx's all-too-subtle broadcasting of his fury (he's much more subdued than Uma Thurman in Kill Bill; she humanizes that film's revenge narrative more capably than Foxx does this one). A minor disappointment if only because I much admire the exploitation/revenge films from which Tarantino draws, which are typically much more muscular in their depictions of bigotry—in result, they feel less shallow. Still, it's a delight to see DiCaprio in uncharacteristically loose form.