Taylor Williams’s review published on Letterboxd:
I’ve always sort of seen self-indulgence as a general enhancer, so if a movie is bad for independent reasons, self-indulgence enhances the bad and makes the film insufferable, but likewise, a good movie is enhanced by self-indulgence. So the phrase “it’s good, albeit self-indulgent” never totally made sense to me. How is “self-indulgent” a qualifier if it’s indulging in stuff that’s good? There’s something to be said for too much of a good thing, but I think that’s a different issue.
On an unrelated note, Tarantino cranked the foot dial up to a 10 this time.