Wes Anderson’s French Dispatch reminds me of me when I’m trying to tell a long story or joke, I talk way too fast, lacking confidence or worried that the person’s listening is bored.
So Wes, get thee to a therapist. You’re an artist, but you have to slow down the pace so we can enjoy the fruits of your hard labor.
French Dispatch is like watching Instagram stories for two hours, clips just breeze by like leaves stuck in a fast moving river….sick of my analogies? Me, too!
Here’s what’s great about the film: every damn clip that goes by too quickly!
Also Tilda Swinton’s role as artist lecturer. Ditto Benico Del Torro, Lea Sydoux, Adrian Brody and Jeffrey Wright. Beyond them, boo hiss. I could see acting in every other role, or their roles were so meme like that there was not enough time to like them.
What happened to your heart Wes? Where’s your emotion? Or was it simply drowned out by the three other writers: Jason Schwartzman? He helped? If so, why did he have a sliver of a role in the last three minutes???? Roman Coppola, shame on you, you’ve written stuff I teared up at: Isle of Dogs. You also need therapy. Hugo Guinness? Well? Grand Budapest Hotel at least had a cute prolonged story. So come on Wes, let’s make the next one something I can chew on, rather than mere cotton candy.
