Benedict’s review published on Letterboxd:
Quentin Tarantino films are an acquired taste, and by now I'm outright salivating. Another certified banger.
This has been described as Tarantino's "love letter to Hollywood", but that's an understatement. It's not your typical rise-fall tale of glory despite containing a few self-aware cameos. Tarantino is obsessed with an untouchable, sometimes outdated past, sure, and he borderline fetishizes violence, sure, but there is also an inexplicable reverence for everything movies were and continue to be. Even through diamond thieves, fast-talking hitmen, female samurai, slave-turned-bounty-hunters and Nazi-killing soldiers, Tarantino is at heart just a guy who worked at an LA video store and fell in love with movies enough to make movies. And this finally feels like his most personal movie yet.
As someone who's dived head first into the madness of this industry, of Los Angeles, I connected on so many more levels than I could've anticipated. From unexpected bonding on sets to bizarrely comical misadventures out in the desert, it's the deep partnerships which persist through middling job choices that provide a foundation for this weird existence we call a career. And I can't wait to continue the journey.