Perfect summary because this might quite possibly be the best made garbage I have ever seen. There are great scenes in this, every actor delivers and then some, but it is still fukking garbage. I have seen three 3 hour foreign arthouse movies this year that all moved at a goddamn snail's pace and I can genuinely say that all three justified its length and pacing more than this movie ever came close to.
At this point we really need to have a serious discussion about how much Sally Menke saved QT's movies because since her passing (R.I.P.) the editing and pacing of his movies have gone straight to shyt, and this stumbling disjointed mess is his worst offender. Shout out to
@InGodWeTrust as the only other poster to mention her, glad someone has a fukking clue around here instead of the Coli's resident
'our only talking points are things we heard on a podcast' circle jerkers.
I'm also completely dumb founded at the love people have for the third act. Not only is it the most painfully obvious climax of any QT movie, it also literally did nothing for anything in the movie. Basically all it achieved was showing us that QT had absolutely no balls to circumvent expectations and challenge audiences. Which, after the nigh 2+ hours of forcing them to sit through unnecessary plodding exhibition, could have been its only saving grace.
By large the biggest cinematic disappointment in years, especially because you can see the skeleton of the movie that would have worked throughout this mess.