This gets a star for Brad and a star for Leo. One more star to share for the Photography and Art Department. No stars at all for spoilt Quentin. This film is what happens when a movie geek gets all the toys in the shop to play with and no one to tell him it's bedtime. He wrote the script. Someone should have edited it several times over. He directed the movie and again someone should have edited at least an hour off it and added some semblance of pace and progression.

The hype has only been matched by my disappointment. It's not enough to fill the screen with love letters to the past. It's not enough to more than faithfully recreate a Golden Era Hollywood. Yes it must be a terrible shame for Quentin that he was born twenty odd years too late. But he should be thankful, because in the golden age he wouldn't have got past 'b' movie directing. Brad and Leo make a good fist of a flabby script and plot. Yes they would have had the chops to make it in any Hollywood age. But filling the screen with the Paul Newman and Robert Redford of our day isn't enough to entertain an audience for 2.5 hours. I've never see an almost empty cinema give such a wholehearted yawn. Some people were verbally angry and annoyed at the waste of time and money. Many many people will laud this with accolades. I know not why. I'm going home to watch some real masterpieces from that era and remind myself what great directing and great scripts can really achieve. This imitation is a poor one indeed.