The French Dispatch is a nice bric-à-brac compendium of sorts, where every étude, whilst aesthetically pleasing, feels a bit overwhelming as you have to almost manually unpack all the easter eggs (last time I remember something similar when I watched The Tulse Luper Suitcases many aeons ago). Oddly enough, nobody annoys me in there, and the “Student Revolution” part was hilarious and bittersweetly nostalgic, too. Sadly, the sardonic charm of the old New Yorker is long gone, so it was a proper farewell.
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