We are in trouble. The author of these lines indeed appreciates the cinema of Wes Anderson. A whimsical cinema although symmetrical with its colorful characters. Color, it will be discussed in this review of The French Dispatch. A film that tells us three columns published by an American newspaper based in Ennui sur Blasé, a fictional French town. The story of a radical art movement, a representation from 1968 and the portrait of a policeman/cook. All narrated by three journalists in the service of the editor played by Bill Murray.
The French Dispatch : Wes Anderson's talent on screen
Like a bad crust of a great painter, The French Dispatch has some qualities. Starting with his dream cast (Bill Murray, Thimothé Chalamet, Frances McDormand, Benicio Del Toro, Lyna Khoudri, Mathieu Amalric , Tilda Swinton and so many others who pass a head) who delights us. As always at Anderson, the artistic direction is impeccable and the realization impresses. Such camera movement can only impress, the composition of the frame is to die for. 
Yet if some touches of color are pleasant, we can not deny that even if we admire the master, the whole is missed. Wes Anderson seems more interested in the idea of surpassing Kubrick, than in telling us anything interesting except the succession of banal and barely funny sketches.
Wes Anderson's failure…
As Truffaut said, making a film is like a stagecoach journey. At first, we hope it's enjoyable. In the end, we only want one thing is to get out of this stagecoach alive. The viewer of The French Dispatch should expect to feel the same thing: a film that is becoming more and more boring every minute. Anderson seems to be so worn out by his craft that he no longer gives the impression of taking pleasure in giving it to his audience. 
Like a sadist, now his pleasure seems to be that of provoking none in the one who watches the film. We recommend Wes Anderson to convert to interior design since aesthetics is the only thing that seems to interest him now. Everyone would be a winner: Anderson will be able to quietly have fun and the public would not have to inflict on themselves a banal package of knackis sold as a great cook's dish. It's hard not to suppress his anger at what turns out to be the most irritating film of the year with Suzanne Lindon's Sixteen Spring . Yet our love for Wes Anderson remains. And we can only hope that the director of The Grand Budapest Hotel will succeed in renewing his style in order to prove to us the filmmaker that he is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcPk2p0Zaw4
