So I had it in my big, fat head for a couple days now that I’d write a review, but you know what they say (who is they?). Shoemaker, stick to thy last. I’m no film reviewer, but this one is a beautiful, hot mess. God help us all, it’s artfully ridiculous. It’s perfect. The people in the theater next door where they were watching Fast & Furious XIV must’ve heard me howling over the car wrecks and gun shots.

I tip my immense hat to you, Quentin Tarantino.