Mikey Brzezinski’s review published on Letterboxd:
Finally getting around to doing write-ups on movies that I've seen this summer and it only seems logical to start with what has now undoubtedly become the most-talked about film of the season if not the year as a whole so far.
Despite all the problems that I have with the film's janky pacing and eye-rollingly masturbatory nature at times, it was impossible for me to not fall in love with this. By far QT's most relaxed, most human, and most personal film to date. Everyone in here gives the best performances of their careers thus far. Pitt oozes a complexity and a cool unlike ever before. DiCaprio actually challenges himself by acting like failure for once. Robbie brings an untapped humanity to a figure that never really got to have such a thing in the public eye. Not to mention the scene-stealing work from Russell, Qualley, Pacino, Lewis, and the unforgettable Julia Butters.
This goes down as one of QT's most major works and also quite possibly his brightest contribution to the lexicon of Hollywood history.