Nope!

Rating: 1/10 (2 August 2019)

Devoid of any plot, any meaningful storyline, and any skilled acting, the only redeeming value of this installment of Tarantino Giddy-Teen-Mentality Narcissism is the 1969 LA backdrop, which just in case you didn't notice it, is shoved in your face via a vintage neon sign montage toward the end of this are-we-there-yet trip to nowhere.
Poor DiCaprio, struggling to pull it all off, to most notably include his cutting-room-floor-worthy scene of trailer rage; Pitt, just happy just to beefcake his way through yet another movie on his way to the bank; and most regrettably, poor Pacino and Dern . . .
A ridiculously long 2-3/4 hours of one disjointed, clumsy, cringe-worthy scene after another. It certainly isn't art, and other than watching that white, windows-down '66 Coupe De Ville wheel around town, it isn't entertainment.