matt lynch’s review published on Letterboxd:
This may mostly miss its emotional targets but it's still a spectacular pastiche and a huge swing, and the relative backgrounding of the black characters' stories in that context seems less to me like an oversight or function of cinematic racism (though it certainly also has to reckoned with on those terms), and more of a subtextual keystone. Either way the final number gets me every time. MVPs: Woody Strode as the door guy, John Barry's gangster Bond score. Drop me off in Harlem.