Tarantino Over-Indulges and the Audience Has to Pay for It

Rating: 5/10 (21 August 2019)

It's official: Quentin Tarantino has gone so far up his own ass that there is no coming back. The director who created brilliant epics such as Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction has been replaced by a snivelling mess that merely lives off a name he has created for himself and spends his current career wanking over how great he thinks he is at everything.
This film is a great example of everything that is wrong with a narrative, showcased by the lack of a struggle and happenstance achievements that are rewarded whilst underserved. On top of all that I watched probably an hour of what should actually have been the film and another hour and forty minutes of Tarantino meandering through moments in the lives of characters that actually have no reason to interweave and only join together in a sequence of events that are crude and tasteless.
Once the film was over and I collected myself after enduring the whole plodding affair I was overcome with the realisation that I got nothing from the film. Nothing. Even the cheapest of films should leave you with something, a lesson, entertainment, a new perspective, whatever, just something. But not this film. This film had no value. Some entertaining moments here and there, but ultimately stale and cheap. Very cheap.