The French Dispatch, from director Wes Anderson, brings a sumptuous feast of visual images, coupled with an all star cast, to a tale about a magazine. The magazine is The French Dispatch of the Liberty, Kansas Evening Sun. This American magazine, published in France, brought news of the world back to the homeland.
Cadillac Records is a 2008 film that I just found on Netflix. It’s set in the 1950s in Chicago where a young Polish immigrant named Leonard Chess (Adrien Brody) opened a recording studio and started promoting the music of Black blues musicians. This fictionalized biopic remains interesting, largely because the music is timeless.
The Goldfinch, based on the literary best seller by Donna Tartt, recreated the story from the book, but did it without emotion or excitement. The film is 2 1/2 hours of flat performances.
The Laundromat isn’t a narrative. It isn’t a documentary. It isn’t a Vaudeville act. But it comes close to all those in an eccentric effort to explain the vast trail of emptiness behind the revelations in the Panama Papers.
