Greetings again from the darkness. At this point it seems clear that Wes Anderson makes movies for himself and his devoted followers … and his loyal troupe of actors. I can’t think of another filmmaker whose movies are so instantly recognizable and consistently similar in look and feel. The pacing, verbal style, color palette, and overall rhythm of his latest compares favorably to some of his previous, including: ASTEROID CITY (2023), THE FRENCH DISPATCH (2021), THE GRAND BUDAPEST HOTEL (2014), and MOONRISE KINGDOM (2012). Rather than a criticism, that’s intended instead as a notice to viewers. If, like me, you’ve enjoyed his past films, you’ll likely take pleasure in this one.
Benecio Del Toro (one of the great faces in cinema) takes the lead here as wealthy businessman Zsa-zsa Korda, who inexplicably defies death about as often as most people brush their teeth. Due to his frequent near-death experiences and the risk involved in pursuit of his latest project, Korda names his daughter, Liesl (Mia Threapleton, daughter of Kate Winslet), a nun-in-training, as his sole heir and invites her to be part of the latest venture. The enterprise is exceedingly well-planned as evidenced by the labeled wardrobe boxes. Of course, the project is too convoluted for us to understand, but that matters little. It’s the globe-trotting and interactions with famous faces that raise the entertainment value.
‘Deadpan’ is today’s magic word – as it is in most Wes Anderson films. And if there is a secondary word of the day it would be ‘goofy’, because this undoubtedly falls on the light-hearted end on the Anderson scale. It’s filled with jokes, site gags, and purposefully oddball moments designed to elicit laughter (or at least enjoyment). The third of the lead triumvirate here is Michael Cera, who seems completely at ease – actually excelling in the Anderson world. He plays Bjorn, a character more complex than we are initially led to believe … although we don’t believe it, even initially.
Joining in the fun is an all-star line-up of actors other filmmakers only dream of casting. These include: Willem Dafoe, Scarlett Johansson, Rupert Friend, Richard Ayoade, Jeffrey Wright, Hope Davis, Benedict Cumberbatch, and Mathieu Amalric, each memorable in their segments. You won’t want to miss Tom Hanks and Bryan Cranston as brothers taking on the infinitely unskilled duo of Del Toro and Riz Ahmed (as a crowned Prince) in a game of basketball … and even that pales to the scene with Bill Murray as God.
Anderson co-wrote the script with frequent collaborator Roman Coppola and the score comes from 2-time Oscar winner Alexandre Desplat. Cinematographer Bruno Delbonnel perfectly captures the Anderson flavor in what I believe is their first time working together. What I find fascinating is that while watching the film, the characters and story struck me as a bit of a lark, yet some moments have come back around in my mind, and it seems quite clear that Anderson purposefully and slyly buried some life messages in this little comedy. What I’m saying is that the film works as a comedy, but also may carry a bit more heft that what I thought while watching. That falls under the definition of refined filmmaking.
Posted by David Ferguson 










