Review of The French Dispatch of the Liberty, Kansas Evening Sun (2021) by Mauro_Lanari — 16 Jul 2022

(Mauro Lanari).

Anderson sets his 10th movie in "Ennui-sur-Blasé" ("boredom for exhaustion", "on indifference", "on apathy"), viewers are warned from the beginning. His maniacal "stylosity" reaches the edge of narrative asphyxia (after all, what else would the Cahiers' "politique des auteurs" be? The legacy of the "Nouvelle Vague" is this). Emulating Greenaway's "superfluous storytelling", his "amazing inventions degrade into conventions" (Anna Maria Pasetti), an elitist intellectualism ("The New Yorker") intent on the emotional sacrifice of havin' at heart the characters, the humans, anyone. Seasoned with a foolish humor, "Ennui-sur-Blasé" to the point of dying: it is from the death of the editor of the literary supplement that the feature film starts and it is from the drafting of his epitaph that it takes leave, the all-star cast parades, literally or not, like a funeral procession in front of the corpse of a journalism for journalism and a cinema for cinema, self-celebratory, self-commemorative, self-testamentary, self-ceremonially mournful. Special thanks to Baumbach, to the fellow citizen Linklater (Houston, Texas), to de Palma, Joel Coen, Spielberg.