I cannot say I'm a dyed in the wool Wes Anderson fan. Loved Rushmore, liked the Tenenbaums, didn't mind others.
The all star cast left me wondering if this movie needed a cast of nobodies to do it justice? The characters themselves are brilliant, I liked almost all of them and their autistic style (my son is autistic, so I'm not having a go there). But an A list cast clocking on for ten minutes fell flat.
The movie didn't bother breaking the fourth wall, it built a doorway which I constantly leant against. Making getting into it a challenge.
Was it an exploration of grief, or technology, or the meaning of movies/plays/life? In the end I had difficulty thinking as the movie just kept up a steady stream of monotone questions and ended with a cultish chant that I just didn't feel.
Perhaps this film is a deliberate puzzle, or magic eye piece, into which you have to stare through before some beautiful moment of clarity appears.
But I'd have to watch it again to discover it.
The all star cast left me wondering if this movie needed a cast of nobodies to do it justice? The characters themselves are brilliant, I liked almost all of them and their autistic style (my son is autistic, so I'm not having a go there). But an A list cast clocking on for ten minutes fell flat.
The movie didn't bother breaking the fourth wall, it built a doorway which I constantly leant against. Making getting into it a challenge.
Was it an exploration of grief, or technology, or the meaning of movies/plays/life? In the end I had difficulty thinking as the movie just kept up a steady stream of monotone questions and ended with a cultish chant that I just didn't feel.
Perhaps this film is a deliberate puzzle, or magic eye piece, into which you have to stare through before some beautiful moment of clarity appears.
But I'd have to watch it again to discover it.