Amazingly done. A state of art piece in every respect of the term. I visual masterpiece. The texture is full. Every detail, a success.
But two questions arise.
Is this how Hollywood feels these days? Overshadowed by the steam-engines?
And what are Hollywood up to? Honoring the back-to-basic films. The pieces telling the story in retrospect. How it should be. How it was. There are certain similarities between this and The Artist. Honoring the old, ditching the new. What Gods are Hollywood praising these days? Are the demigods too present? ;)
His locations are stunning, his symmetry intriguing. His cameos are great fun, his humour great. The oddness of it all is fantastic. It's cartoonish quality. It's grainy feel. It's dated, yet undated settings.
It feel like an amazing photograph, taken in a time before my own, with qualities lost for ever, but of magic fabric.
Like looking at your parents wedding pictures, faded and sepia-tainted by time. From sometime in the 70s.
The only thing I would want from Anderson now was a more complex story. Not another mystery with child-like qualities.