Ian West’s review published on Letterboxd:
I understand many of the issues a lot of folks had with this—fortunately for me Tarantino’s buddy cop, out of touch obsessed, highly fetishized holyweird hangout fairytale jam hit all my buttons.... including the long running time (which went by super fast for me) and a third act that felt like it could have been the first act blueprint in any other movie—plus the thought that a ton of kids getting into cInEmA will be googling Sergio Corbucci and getting mind fucked by The Great Silence is pretty bittersweet. I felt like I was watching something I won’t soon forget... and I haven’t since I left the theater... best thing being that this wasn’t what I expected it to be at all—and if there’s one thing I love, it’s an unexpected experience.
The Charlie Manson waving scene is creepy, but one of the most disturbing things in this movie is the flashback scene with cliff and his wife—which elicited laughs (wtf?) from my audience (my audience laughed quite a bit despite being mostly tense the entire time... constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop) but I found it kind of haunting? Pretty interesting to see the one time ‘coolest’ and ‘hippest’ kid on the block feel like he’s out of touch, even more interesting to see him express it with one of my favorite Stones deep cuts.
Certainly flawed, and way more grounded than I thought it would be, but I’m a sucker for hangout movies. Also, I think this is my favorite Brad Pitt Performance?