Obnoxious and loud. Yet, somehow it drew me in for a long stretch in the middle. I’m not fully convinced that the whole picture is as stated, but it got me willing to find out more. So that’s something.
Having been a Wes Anderson fanboy since Rushmore – well, not too long before Tenenbaums anyway – admittedly I’m easy to please. This was like being blasted by a hose with his stylistic flourishes, but I dug it. I could have had even more.
I particularly enjoyed the chef’s melancholic words, the characterization of Wright in the talkshow, Del Toro’s little grumbles and Zeferelli’s reaction to his mom showing up. And Bill Murray turned appropriately low and still tying it all together.
It’s a fun ride. It nicely glum at times. More please, all in due time.