Liked it better the second time, though this never really feels of a piece with Blade Runner to me. It might just be the 2017 aesthetics.
The use of "Let the Sun Shine In" is incredibly effective but also, you know, a little easy. Best thing is that the main characters are father-son coroners and they really like and look out for each other; that touched me. We need to talk about the growing number of movies that are about dissecting hot women with big tits, though.
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I hate this movie for all its cutesy quoting of Wrath of Khan while trying and spectacularly failing to sublet its gravitas. I hate it for casting the whitest actor on Earth as a man named Khan Noonien Singh. I hate it for the way that every shot in the back half is a three-ring circus of lens flares, cluttered sets, and CGI embellishments. I hate it for turning Spock into Sheldon from "The Big Bang Theory". I hate it…
Wes Anderson is a sharp guy, I'm sure the satirical component of those Mendl's pastry boxes didn't escape him, but still I couldn't help seeing them as an apt metaphor for the whole misbegotten enterprise: a giant pink container (like the Grand Budapest itself) housing a picture-perfect amuse-bouche free of nutrition and surrounded by a whole lot of air. Anderson is growing too dementedly solipsistic for me, and also bitter in a way that sadly never threatens to burst the…