There are some interesting things at work here, including a Charles Bronson performance that's verbose and cocky and an elaborate but oddly realistic climactic action sequence. But it's dramatically limp, with a shockingly inert performance by Robert Duvall and a gallingly lackadaisical plot.
This has to be the smarmiest piece of shit in cinema history, starting with a smarmy voiceover blasting everyone in the world as frivolous unless they’re as smart as Adam McKay, which, according to Adam McKay, is no one.
Really, this ain’t good, people, and pretending that it is just because you hate Dick Cheney is dumb. I could go on and on, but here’s a big one: The film even makes the argument that Lynne Cheney is more insidious…
I was a little surprised to see that QT's jump from Harvey to Sony was *more* indulgent than usual, but perhaps that makes sense; rolling out the red carpet and writing him a blank check was surely part of the bargain.
The result is something I suspect is too meandering and esoteric for wide audiences, even as it allows QT's fearsome auteurial charms to delightfully simmer for nearly three hours. Brad Pitt deserves (but probably won't get) a nom for Best Supporting, while DiCaprio nails two scenes that are likely the most emotionally moving of QT's filmography.