Damn, what a pleasant surprise after years of colourless Pixar sequels. It has a good balance of candy colour Pixar dreamscapes and warmly gritty New York realism.

If anything, this reminded me that the original is pretty good. Everything they added actually manages to make the story worse.

Sublime stuff. Probably the best documentary I've seen since The Other Side of Everything. This is a film that exists somewhere in the mystical meeting point of hypnotism, entertainment and politics. It will take your brain for a ride and the less you know of the subject matter before watching, the better.

It's weird, meandering and unstructured, and like with Hateful Eight I have no clue if Tarantino is:

1) a problematic old man
2) a biting satirist
3) incredibly fucking cynical
4) all of the above OR
5) just doing some Tarantino shit idk

I did immensely enjoy the experience but to say what Quentin is actually doing here, besides a kind of a time capsule mixtape, might be entirely impossible.

This also includes the most overt feet porn of his Hollywood career.