Khoi Vinh’s review published on Letterboxd:
From the beginning, Wes Anderson skirted the boundaries between charming and cutesy. A good deal of this movie is effervescent in a winning way, but a lot of it is also preening and self-conscious. In the end, there’s not a whole lot of there there, especially when Anderson’s visual craft is still rather rudimentary. To me it proves that most of the feeling and meaning in his work only comes when he imposes his complete dominance over every detail in the frame.