After 95 minutes of landscapes so arid you could taste the dust on your tongue, I found the aesthetics of that slime-green ending - previously barren countryside rendered almost grotesquely verdant - even more subversive than its narrative implications. GOD what a good movie.
Come cause it’s Wes Anderson + dogs and what could go wrong?
Leave cause it’s Wes Anderson + POC and just about everything that can go wrong does, including a wholly unnecessary white savior character (who has a fro!? Wes killing two birds with one stone there), a baffling and infuriating decision to otherize the characters/culture it ostensibly seeks to celebrate by not translating their own dialogue, and a criminally underused Yoko Ono who *should* get to kick ass in…