Jules Neuman’s review published on Letterboxd:
Anderson makes a boring shaggy dog coming of age version of When Harry Met Sally with his annoyingly named Licorice Pizza. Yes, I know the name comes from some old chain record store, but then all the more to annoy you with. Reading about how Licorice Pizza came to be reminds me of J. Peterman buying life stories off of Kramer to fill his book with. Anderson ran with a premise (a kid and his high school photographer fall in love) and some guy’s wacky life events, stitching it together with period details and mix and match humor. There’s a laissez-faire complacence with this one and I couldn’t find anything to latch onto. It doesn’t even make much out of a 25 (28?) year-old dating a 15 year-old. Harold and Maude beat this to the punch, although I’ll take Alana Haim over Ruth Gordon in this instance. I know Anderson isn’t the conventional type and he loves to sprawl out. But Licorice Pizza loafs around with its hand out expecting cultural approval in a bull market. Hey I get it. It’s nice to have the big movies back, it’s showing all over on 70MM, and it’s PTA. But I couldn’t ignore how little I reacted to any of this movie, the same way I couldn’t ignore the tall guy in front of me and his big head taking up a small, but significant portion of the screen.