There’s a trend of “serious” directors or actors breaking off from their typical material to make films aimed at children shortly after they themselves have children. Martin Scorsese made “Hugo” when his daughter was 11, George Miller made “Happy Feet” and “Babe,” and plenty of famous actors have done voices for animated family films. That kind of realization makes Wes Anderson’s (“Fantastic Mr. Fox,” “The Grand Budapest Hotel”) latest film “The Phoenician Scheme” make a little bit more sense, as the film release just shy of his own daughter turning 9 years old.
Set in the 1950s, the film follows industrialist businessman Zsa-Zsa Korda, played by Benicio Del Toro (“Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas,” “The Usual Suspects”), as he attempts to set in motion a plan to rebuild the infrastructure of Phoenicia. He enlists in the help of his estranged daughter and nun-in-training Liesl, played by Mia Threapleton (“Dangerous Liaisons,” “The Buccaneers”), in seeking out his numerous benefactors, including Prince Farouk, played by Riz Ahmed (“Rogue One: A Star Wars Story,” “Nightcrawler”), bankers Leland and Reagen, played by Tom Hanks (“Toy Story,” “Forrest Gump”) and Bryan Cranston (“Breaking Bad,” “Malcolm in the Middle”) respectively, club owner Marseille Bob, played by Mathieu Amalric (“The Diving Bell and the Butterfly,” “Quantum of Solace”), ship captain Marty, played by Jeffrey Wright (“American Fiction,” “Angels in America”), and Korda’s second cousin Hilda, played by Scarlett Johansson (“The Avengers,” “Jojo Rabbit”), for more money for the venture. The pair are accompanied by Korda’s tutor turned administrative assistant Bjørn Lund, played by Michael Cera (“Superbad,” “Scott Pilgrim vs. The World”), as Korda uses the trip as an attempt to reconnect with Liesl and convince her to be his heir in the event of his death.
Anderson’s films as of late have contained far more fantastical elements than they previously did. Gone are the days of more simplistic setups or worlds like “The Royal Tenenbaums” or “Rushmore.” Rather, like “The Grand Budapest Hotel,” his works as of late have been hyper specific borderline fantasies of European architecture and pastel soaked realism. Unlike previous works such as “Asteroid City” or “The French Dispatch,” where that style was utilized as a narrative technique as well as a stylistic one, here it only serves as the latter. It means that even the film’s most grounded emotional elements have to fight harder to break through the artifice Anderson creates. This serves as a double-edged sword, as his regular players who’re content to simply serve as background characters, such as Hanks or Cranston, do just that. However, it also means that those in his troupe that really push to break through make a bigger impact than they otherwise might.
Del Toro delivers one of the finest performances of his career and one of the best in any of Anderson’s films. His deadpan nature of being completely sincerely silly and serious makes Korda a fascinating person to watch. Threapleton also proves herself a fantastic addition to Anderson’s merry band or misfits. She is the standout amongst the entire cast and immediately catapults her career into newfound heights with her role here. Cera proves to be a remarkable addition as well. His role stands out particularly well given just how obvious of a fit he seems to be in this world. His mannerisms and canter slot perfectly into the material, making him seem as if he’s been working with Anderson for years.
However, all the artifice and performances in the world can’t prevent this “Scheme” from feel likes its moving at a deliberate pace from the very start. At just barely over 100 minutes, this tale proves to be one of Anderson and co-writer Roman Coppola’s (“Isle of Dogs,” “Moonrise Kingdom”) most lethargic in quite a while. It certainly doesn’t drag, but the innate engine of wordplay and intrigue can only do so much. It may just be the very first time in his career where Anderson seems to be spinning his wheels with his own material. There isn’t a grand moment of revelation like in “Asteroid City” or a beautiful moment of visual spectacle like “The French Dispatch.” Even the scenery eventually begins to look like leftovers from “The Grand Budapest Hotel.” Anderson’s leftovers are still pretty delicious leftovers, but they’re leftovers all the same.
Wes Anderson’s latest film is a delight when its laser focused on its central three performances and the father-daughter story caught right in the middle. The surrounding elements meanwhile all feel like the best bits of previous Anderson adventures, from the locations, set designs, music, down to the supporting performances. It’s certainly not bad, but it’s unlikely to win over anyone not already firmly in Anderson’s camp, despite Threapleton’s fantastic performance, nor is it near the best examples of what he’s capable of. 3.5/5
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