I love Rebel Wilson.
Even when the movie can’t pul it together.
The only Wes Anderson film worth watching is also a truly great movie.
Anderson's insufferable tendency toward ornamenting a flat and emotionless surface with arbitrary peculiarities is redeemed and elevated here. Why? Because all fairy tales are flat to begin with; they excite us by decorating the repetition with small differences, not by offering depth. This is the movie Anderson wanted to make all along (indeed, the only movie he is capable of making): charming and frayed, not deep but without a need for depth, warm because it is curious and childlike.
Bravo! For once.