SilentDawn’s review published on Letterboxd:
Better than *most* Wes Anderson fare precisely because his falsified sense of darkness is wiped away and transformed into another layer of gooey sweetness (not that such melancholy can only be detrimental, but it grows tiring now and then). Paul King plays with the most innocent of dangers and even makes the morbid curious and adorably odd. Its wholesome, snugly sheen is then amplified by wicked visual gags, committed 'family-style' performances, and immigration allegory utilized as a valuable, empathetic teaching tool. This movie warms you up like a cozy hug. Watch it if you haven't.