A cacophony of cigarette smoke, a barrage of voices and stories and characters and colours. A psychotic painter, a student uprising, a child kidnapping, a group of old people writing old stories in an old town. Some will hate this movie, others will love it. It’s an explosive movie, booming with charm and delightful moments of genuine emotion and heart.
The French Dispatch is Anderson’s grand, epic magnum opus. While some will criticise it for its heavy emphasis on style, perhaps rightfully so, others will praise it for exactly this. I loved this film.