Wes Anderson’s eighth feature is a clockwork
wedding cake, an eccentric caper movie sprinkled with pixie dust, a
picture that sends you scrambling for clever metaphors and failing
to find them. It’s a movie of enormous charm, thanks to its many
fine actors, and it has a serene formal beauty (cinematographer
Robert D. Yeoman, production designer Adam Stockhausen and composer
Alexandre Desplat are all veteran Anderson collaborators). If it
were a wedding cake, writes Kurt Loder, it might be found
to consist mostly of icing. But the icing is very tasty.
By contrast, after an hour or so of walloping carnage in
300: Rise of an Empire, you may feel as if you were being
hammered into submission. Some viewers may take that as a
recommendation.
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