When I was a kid this was sold to me as "If Monty Python made Jaws." That sounded amazing, and still does. But this is pure non-union Mexican equivalent Python (with the obvious exception of Michael Palin, who gives a sketch performance for 105 wearying minutes instead of adapting to the needs of a feature). Antic, ugly, heartless--the epitome of what I dread when I sit down to watch a Terry Gilliam movie.
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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…