In The Life Aquatic, Anderson preserves the eccentricity that audiences came to expect from Cousteau’s documentaries and retains Cousteau’s essential “being,” the wild nature that led him to be an explorer. He also preserves the selfishness and peculiarities that lead Zissou to be described as a “selfish maniac” and “showboat” by his crewmates.
Legendary directors Max Ophüls and Luchino Visconti are all over its sets and settings, but in its bones Wes Anderson's The Grand Budapest Hotel pays tribute to the effortless glamour, ineffable humor, and pleasurable melancholy of Ernst Lubitsch.
The illusions of The French Dispatch are wondrous and sweet, and possibly vanishing. This singular setting and this singular filmmaker bolster one another, though, an inevitable convergence of two finely cultivated worlds—the outsider dream of France, and the extended universe of Wes Anderson.