josh lewis’s review published on Letterboxd:
still feel like the cumulative effect of this is so much more melancholy than the simplistic, juvenile genre catharsis of its climax that seems to overwhelm the conversations around it. tarantino overtly believes in the power of cinema and fantasy, yes, but you can really sense him wrestling with its limitations here too which i think is an important distinction between this and the other history-changing pastiches he's been playing around with. Basterds always played to me like a call to arms, to righteously weaponize cinema the same way its been abused for evil. this is different. more like a weary acknowledgement that history can’t be changed, only subjectively responded to. like, say, in the form of a languid, 60s b-movie fairy-tale; a childish dream of an outmoded time and place that never did and never will exist outside the glow of the screen. "baby baby baby you're out of time."