Dafoe is reason enough to watch, grounding the film even as its family tragedy veers toward excess.
Dafoe is reason enough to watch, grounding the film even as its family tragedy veers toward excess.
This is Wes Anderson embracing his signature quirks with full throttle, sometimes to excess, but often to delight.
A kaleidoscopic descent into the drug-soaked world of gonzo journalism, nostalgia, and toxic masculinity.
A visually stunning, masterfully executed, timeless gothic tale of obsession.
A mildly effective continuation of a beloved franchise rather than an inventive standalone movie that carves its own identity, but it sure is fun.
An unsettling triptych of stories that hits all of the director’s high notes: macabre and funny, yet also disturbing and cruel.