This film that displays Tarantino's skills and excesses in equal measure, but it is clear that there's no purpose or raison d'etre behind it. It's just a film of scenes forced to work together to defend a kind of plot, but really it's just a series of McGuffins that don't provide interest or satisfaction.

Tarantino makes films that a talented middle schooler could make, but as an adult, he should show more discernment. Several scenes are brilliant and engaging, but the film could be significantly improved by judicious editing. The film is at least 45 minutes too long, which makes me think the auteur has nobody telling him ought to say no to some of his ideas.

I rewatched Lynch's "Mulholland Drive" the previous night, which plays like a tight-scripted Mamet screenplay compared to this wandering, pointless disaster.

Note that most of the reviews of 9 or 10 don't actually supply any reasons for their review - they are just repeating the all-too-common trope that Tarantino is a genius. Maybe he is, but his films don't show us he has any discernment. Art is achieved NOT when there's nothing left to add, when there's nothing that can be taken away without damaging the whole.