The French Dispatch

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)

After the death of a magazine publisher, the writers find out that their magazine is ending. And in the last issue, besides the obituary, they will publish the best articles about art, politics, and food. Wes Anderson presents a not very interesting bunch of stories about journalists in a form that prevents him from selling what usually makes his films most interesting. (11/21/2021)

The French Despatch ["and so on"] is another typical "Anderson flick", a continuation in story and especially in form of his previous films, yet it is fresh, brisk and certainly not boring. Once again I was enchanted by the meticulously planned scenes, which stood out for their plastic two-dimensionality and were accompanied by playful music and, this time, animated sequences. I was amazed at the number of more or less well-known actors who sometimes only flashed on the screen, but still left an impression. Likewise, I was once again carried away by the refined script, in which the word absurdity (as always) took on a new meaning. Anyone who is not averse to the director's idiosyncratic style will enjoy his latest film, and will smile with bliss. (11/20/2021)

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)

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)