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“The New Yorker,” Wes Anderson.
A gorgeous tribute—an obituary, perhaps?—to the printed word; you can't even tell if the prose, the cinematography, or the acting is superior because everything is simply top-tier. Wes Anderson overwhelms his audience with layers of information—clearly betting there's still an audience willing to tackle such an avalanche—all while delivering a surreal visual feast that avoids the over-the-top clutter of “The Grand Budapest Hotel.” It demands multiple viewings.
A gorgeous tribute—an obituary, perhaps?—to the printed word; you can't even tell if the prose, the cinematography, or the acting is superior because everything is simply top-tier. Wes Anderson overwhelms his audience with layers of information—clearly betting there's still an audience willing to tackle such an avalanche—all while delivering a surreal visual feast that avoids the over-the-top clutter of “The Grand Budapest Hotel.” It demands multiple viewings.