The French Dispatch

I am surprised by how positively The French Dispatch is received, how willingly the audience jumps on another Wes Anderson dreamy train on the way to their own memories, regrets, and desires. What is missing is that famous step towards the audience, which usually makes such a journey easier through the fantastic world of The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou or the playful animation of Fantastic Mr. Fox. This time, styles are referenced, forms are homaged, stories are swapped out, and the pace is treacherous due to the differing length and mood of the individual segments. However, when this headwind is overcome, it becomes an inventive, crazy, and contemplative mosaic of everything and everyone, from which, under the weight of the avalanche of various stimuli, the inability to keep up almost leaves your head hurting by the end. (02/17/2022)

Wes Anderson's movie reportage, an amazing film that can be watched from beginning to end with a smile, preferably in the cinema, because that's the kind of film that cinemas were invented for. You can't help but admire the visuals and the innumerable ideas; all the actors are delightful, no matter how small their role, and each of the stories has something to offer. I look forward to seeing this delightful cannonade of fantasy again, and again, and again. Until then, I'll probably be listening nonstop to Desplat's amazing soundtrack. (11/19/2021)

Wes Anderson is a big mystery to me. I never know if I should look forward to his movies or be apprehensive about them. Some of them are a blast, while others are mind-numbingly boring, and I was naturally hoping for the former. In the end, it was somewhere in between; I enjoyed the atmosphere, the cast, and the plot. Paradoxically, I was also dissatisfied with the plot, as some passages dragged on, and the movie felt three hours long. But not giving up on Anderson, you never know when the magic will happen. (01/02/2022)

In colors typical of mannerism, Anderson delves nostalgically into rose-tinted memories of the press, which has long since ceased to exist in this form. A time when journalists were paid for everything and had time to build a real relationship with their themes. A time when writing was valued. In doing so, it pokes fun at artistic, activist and culinary snobbery, and does so with passion and gusto. I hope that someone will take up his idea for a new gastronomic style: food suitable for police surveillance, because it would be useful today for other professions too. IN A NUTSHELL: About the press with love, nostalgia and fantasy. (05/16/2023)

Wes Anderson has his own unique world, and he keeps crafting film after film within it. His vast knowledge and the way he subtly layers his movies with endless details deserve immense respect. However, I sometimes feel that what his films lack — and it took me a while to find the right word — is entertainment. There are tons of ideas here, and the cast, as always, is packed with talent, each actor delivering in their roles. The premise of a magazine editor passing away and the subsequent publication of a final issue, with each article brought to life by Anderson, sounds captivating at first. But after about half an hour, the novelty wears off, and you start longing for the end. Maybe there’s just too much packed into it for one viewing, or perhaps the fragmented structure of the story, split into smaller, less engaging segments, is the issue. It’s hard to pinpoint. For me, The Grand Budapest Hotel still stands as Anderson’s best work within this hard-to-define genre — it's the funniest, most imaginative, and musically brilliant of his films. Unfortunately, all the elements that made that movie great are what The French Dispatch seems to be missing. (03/02/2022)