A reactionary fantasy of American iconography: fast cars, advertisements, cheap food, violent men and skinny dancing women, even before it gets to its revisionist climax. A star-vehicle for Pitt and DiCaprio (Robbie's hardly in this) to play characters experiencing a loss in popularity, and thus reason for being, they have never gone through; a false mourning if there ever was one. Formless enough, in its editing and jukebox style, to mitigate any introspection in terms of this loss and not be particularly interesting in its conservatism. Let's not settle for this only because it's the first big non-Disney film in a while.