Let's start here: my wife Sue actually got a little angry that we went to this one together. As for me, I liked many things about it: the shaggy dog story opening; most of the performances; the fact that Tarantino had the people in the theater cheering for brutal scenes, much as the Nazis were cheering brutality in the movie itself. For me, Tarantino remains brilliant, naive, sophomoric. That seems to be the whole package. I look forward to his next one.
I love the idea here, but the film just didn't work for me. Almost every scene feels weaker than it ought to be. There wasn't enough chemistry between the lovers, and way too much was made of Henry's nakedness during his time travels. And it's not just me—Sue wanted to leave after 40 minutes.
I'm not particularly into fashion, but I love this movie! The star, for me, isn't Anna Wintour. It's the brilliant and very human Grace Coddington, art director at Vogue.
I was there—and this film brought me back. (At least to the parts I remember.) It's a little slow, with virtually no music, but I totally enjoyed it.