Long, slow, wooden, and dumb, but not unwatchable. Tarantino's creepy fascination with women's naked feet on full display. Makes the viewer wonder if the movie exists to prove the Director's eternal hip-itude as age overtakes, to allow him to play his favorite oldies for the audience, ditto vintage cars, clothes, and hairstyles, rather than any particular story meant to entertain, amuse, or shock. The great reveal is not that revealing, just idiosyncratic and who cares-ish. That said, Brad Pitt continues to be eye candy, is shirtless for ten minutes., DiCaprio starts slow but ends well, and Margot Robbie ethereally beautiful.