Not bad. Or good. Not a must-see. Or a total waste of time.

Rating: 5/10 (28 September 2014)

I haven't watched all of Anderson's movies - and judging by this, it will take a lot time until I have patience again to watch another one. I get it that this is his style, and I do think that he's quite good at establishing beautiful frames, with all the colors, the positions of objects and characters and so on... But first, if he does the same thing on every movie, I don't think it should be called "a style" - more like laziness, or auto-plagiarism. Use your cash and connections to do something new, Mr. Anderson. Second, other than the previously- mentioned beautiful shots, his movies are just annoying. Annoying and sick - and not funny sick, or silly sick like say Cheech & Chong, just plain sick, weird and annoying. His mind (or like his fans would say, "his genius") clearly shows on every movie of his I've seen, and I'm pretty disturbed about how it looks like inside his head. Disturbed and kind of angry - I'm not a violent person, but his face does seem like it is begging for a punch.
I get the appeal and why so many people love his work, or rather people love to say they love his work, because that makes them feel like they're somehow "artsy". While I applaud Anderson's (and Tim Burton's for that matter) attempts at doing better cinema in a Hollywood with way too much Transformers and Vin Diesel, one thing they could learn from other countries is that you don't have to put art on every single frame of a movie to make it a good motion picture. Anderson and Burton always do that, and many times their movies still suck. Simple is beautiful, often. They try too hard and come out as desperate, as if they won't be happy until everyone thinks they're stylish and cool. And being this needy is definitely not cool. What makes Tarantino looks cooler than both Burton and Anderson is that he acknowledges that his "style" is a bit stupid, so he doesn't take himself too seriously. This kind of detachment from oneself is the epitome of cool - too bad even Quentin falls for the self-aggrandizing trap now and then (see Inglorious Basterds).
Anyways, this is nobody's business. I'm just venting because it pisses me off how pretentious these guys are, and the fact that great actors like Bill Murray fall for it. I would rather watch fifty movies from unknown new directors, before I give these guys another try. Good for them that so many people will run to watch everything they do. But I know exactly what to expect from them and quite frankly, I'm not a big fan.
And it's a bit sad that so many people like it or pretend to like it. What a crazy effed up world we live in. Hopefully Wes Anderson will eventually let go of all this supposedly highbrow art cinema, and actually write a good plot for a change. Otherwise, he should just take his superior taste for shooting beautiful settings and become a painter. At least with paintings I get to decide for how long I want to stare at them and walk away when I get bored of it. Two hours of over-the-top cinematography, sound, characters and costumes is just too long.
This movie is bad enough that writing this review of it was way more fun than watching it. And to all Anderson's fans - you may think you're smart because you like this, and you might even be actually smart. But there's definitely something wrong with you, and I'm worried about it. Please seek help before you do something stupid, like sharing your opinions to sane people.