Critics mostly dismissed this one -- primarily, it seems, because it nominally fits into the genre of glib, amoral, chatty crime movies that flourished in the wake of Pulp Fiction (even though it's a style that even Tarantino largely abandoned early on), and I get not wanting to go back to that place. Most of the 90s practitioners of the form used a lot of flash to cover up for their more half-baked elements, and Pulp Fiction is regrettably responsible for a lot of shit.

That said, it's not like NONE of those movies were fun -- the problem was more that there were so goddamn many of them. Now that we're deluged by different forms of dominal pop culture, this feels almost novel again.

Significantly, though, it does find a different spin on that old subgenre -- this is glib, amoral, chatty crime movie as an escalating Looney Tunes ballet of misunderstandings, digressions, fight choreography, and even a little soulfulness, as characters who would normally be dispatched as sick jokes all get a chance to have personal motivations and at least a hint of inner lives. It's a big goof, but not a careless one, and I had a lot of fun.