Pjk’s review published on Letterboxd:
Look, I usually love the guy, but Taika Waititi went and tried to make a black comedy about the Nazis during WW2 and somehow instead made a conventional Oscar dramedy without any of the danger or shock that a good/powerful satire necessitates. I mean, it's kind of funny? Intermittently, at best. There certainly are a few funny moments, and some of the important beats actually do hit, yet it doesn't shake the incessant conventionality that the film exudes. Roman Griffin Davis and Thomasin McKenzie (of course) were pretty much the only performances of note in my opinion as well, all of the other performances sort of fall flat and certainly did not achieve what they desired (Johansson was ok I guess).
What it comes down to is that this film has no bite, and its humor often falls flat. The film is so lighthearted that often its more dramatic moments are unearned (not always), and thus in the end I really have no idea why this movie exists. An anti-hate satire is certainly something that we could use in this moment, but I'm not sure that this film really ends up earning that title.