James Callan’s review published on Letterboxd:
Me, hour one: I think I get it.
Me, hour two: I totally get it.
Me, hour three: Yeah, yeah, Marty, I get it, I get it.
Great scenes throughout — the vintage quaalude high is celebrated for a reason. And yes, it's a career high for DiCaprio, but it's also a great turn from Jonah Hill, and no wonder this launched Margot Robbie to stardom.
But I bet it would've been a lot better if it had been 20 minutes shorter. Maybe 40! Or maybe even an hour longer, pushing into The Irishman territory. But really, explicit bacchanals have never looked so banal.