Rachel Kaplan

An overwrought effort to portray The New Yorker that fails to charm and entertain. The writers listed at the end are turning over in their grave including James Baldwin, Janet Flanner, Mavis Gallant, AJ Leibling. Poor Wes Anderson does not understand French history or culture as it is lived and felt. It’s a pity that he deals in juvenile cliches that have little to do with the past. I highly recommend that he revisits France before making another movie about the country’s protests, gourmets and chefs, and artists. His satire is cold and gaudy, and refers to too many movies like Les Triplettes de Belleville and Amelie Poulain…