Aside from a couple corny match cut transitions and tilting out of someone sitting up in bed like x8, the filmmaking, world building and performances are all time.
But as the saying goes, we forge the chains we wear in life and much like Wes Anderson’s late-career imprisonment to his own iconic style, adhering to the source material really handcuffs the storytelling. The characters don’t make a single decision on screen. No one combats any internal dilemma. It all just…
Its easy to take some valid shots at this movie from the comfort of a critic's chair about some decently big logic problems or the pretty lackluster explanation dump were fed at the end of this. But it’s a little like being the drunk middle-aged sports fan who asks how Lebron could miss that shot. It ignores that this being played at a seriously pro level. This movie takes huge swings and achieves an utterly unique style and vibe that had…
Men almost crying + guns, a little something for everyone!
