Just got back.
Tonally, landing in a space somewhere between The Last Duel and House of Gucci, Napoleon gleefully posits what would have been the absolute dream reporting job of the TMZ of 1700s/1800s as it condescendingly plays with (and hell, downright tears into) its title character and his relationship with Josephine, punctuated by some of the most viscerally brutal battle scenes put on screen in a while (all the while, evoking the imagery of at least a dozen diffrent paintings of/representing the era).
I can't wait for the four hour cut.