Wes Anderson directs Bill Murray, Benicio del Torro and Jeffrey Wright in this anthology comedy realising the articles in the last ever issue of a fictional Paris travel supplement.
You know the font! You know the framing! Where’s Wally for hipsters. Every shot is crammed but rigidly composed, the cameo count is off the charts. Who can’t you spot in these never ending tableaux? Is it his weakest effort yet? Probably. The affectation only fitfully bears fruit. del Toro (bearded) and Léa Seydoux (nude)’s prison artist and muse love affair is the only story worthy of the care and attention given to it. Jeffery Wright’s performance as a James Baldwin type is the only one that rises up above over qualified marionette status. Though Bill Murray is always a welcome presence. Anderson at his most inadequate is still better than most on their finest day.
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Agree. Would love him to go back, for once, to the more “free-wheeling” Bottle Rocket and Rushmore. This style peaked with Grand Budapest Hotel.
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Yes – I love what Anderson does but he feels like a bit of a ‘Wonder Boy’ in that he’s never hit the admittedly high peaks of his first three films. They really showed an artist evolving and finding his voice… but no real positive progression since… just ones you personally like more than others. He hasn’t burnt out as dramatically as say Copolla or Lucas or Lehman but it is fair to say like Tim Burton as much as you love what he does you kinda know he’s never going to make a ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ ever again.
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