AD917’s review published on Letterboxd:
It's a bloated, unwieldy picture characterized by self-indulgent scripting and clumsy structural elements, and suffering from the painful absence of Sally Menke. Just like every other movie Tarantino has made in the past decade. It's also never less than compulsively watchable, and generously peppered with moments of genuine bravura which more than make up for any apparent flaws. Just like every other movie Tarantino has made in the past decade. This is just who the guy is now. He's not changing. Not sure I'd want him to.
(Minor spoiler in the next paragraph.)
Also not sure why Brad Pitt's character needed to be a wife killer. But I kind of suspect that it's Tarantino's way of subverting audience sympathies in a post-#TimesUp world. Is he letting us know that we're all part of the problem if we'll cheer for a guy who probably murdered his wife just because he's really nice to his dog and he drops deadpan one liners like Clint Eastwood in his prime? Am I giving him way too much credit on this one? I don't know. It's just a theory right now.