SnowboardJunkie’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Once" is right in Tarantino's wheel house. Rewriting history with his usual flamboyant fantasy telling. As much as he's given credit for his confident and singular style. Accompanied by graphic violence and a competition for who in the cast can detonate the most F-Bombs it's his directing chops that don't get enough back slaps and high fives. The cast is dialed in like snipers to the tone, ready to kill it with keen eyes for detail. Each of them crafting a world around there characters that fully indulges Quentin's depraved story telling. He has a deep aching love for what most passed over as B-movie trash back in the 60's & 70's. Here he continues to restore these alternate timelines with the delicate hands of a finish carpenter restoring antique furniture. It's a fun ride. Too often long winded where a little more show instead of endlessly telling would have been a nice change of pace. But we all know Tarantino loves the sound of his own voice and you can't teach an old dog new tricks so I can't imagine things will change now. The ending is a charged up zenith of fear and fury. It's just the kind of mess you would expect. A dish you've never had but somehow you've always hoped for. But it's greatest strength is the poignant haze of wish fulfillment left over us when (DiCaprio) Rick Dalton accepts (Robbie) Sharon Tate's invitation for drinks after all the chaos has settled and her demise averted. What could have been if Tarantino was actually pulling the strings that night.