A winding homage to the New Yorker told a set of verbose monologues. Wes Anderson seems to be in a Wes Anderson positive feedback loop. The score, set, costumes, and screen play are somehow more Wes Anderson than anything before.
Plenty of laughs. Lots of excellent shots. Chalamet has a unibrow. Del Toro speaks in an fumbled voice that begs my sympathy.
Don’t watch it hungry, there’s too much good food.