![]() ![]() A range of cartoonish characters are played by a gold-plated ultra-cast (Hanks, Johansson, Swinton, Robbie, Cranston, Carell, Goldblum) that holler, gesticulate, and wax Americanisms and charming idiosyncrasies. There's an iridescent Kodak-coloured chop suey of philosophy, aphorisms, and snippets of ideas going on here in the proverbial bowl of Asteroid City. ![]() And perhaps, a dash of Anderson's self-indulgence in what could be seen as a pet project, to an extent. Indeed, Wes Anderson's latest offbeat foray into whimsical contemplative existential dread and man's search for meaning is a portrait of a self-contained microcosm of human society - an allegory for human mundanity, excellence, plight, awe, and wonder all bundled into one. It's cinematic poetry with a high barrier for entry. Anderson presents a range of human experience and leaves the rest open to interpretation. This is a film that perhaps hasn't quite got the impact of its titular asteroid. ![]()
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