Robert (on hiatus)’s review published on Letterboxd:
What an ending. Polanski's ideation for glum twists of the tale is perhaps most palatable in Chinatown and is clearly a very sensible choice. We're all so attuned to having everything being tautly coiled up in jovial surroundings and matters coming to a halt in positive conclusions, but Chinatown couldn't be more contrasting to that dogma. In Polanski's playground, evil always wins. What's most disquieting is not that the endings are doleful, but rather that they conclude like so in matters harbored in realism. There's no fairy-tale excerpts or even elements that would suggest an alternate plane of a more embellished reality. Polanski's view of the world is a dark one, but can you blame him?