I just watched The Phoenician Scheme, Wes Anderson’s latest entry into his ever-expanding, hyper-stylized cinematic universe. I gave it 2 out of 5 stars — and here’s why.
Visually, the film is stunning. Anderson continues to deliver his signature aesthetic: symmetrical frames, retro color palettes, and meticulously curated sets. The costume design and cinematography are undeniably beautiful. Every frame looks like it could hang in a museum.
But for me, that’s where the film’s success ends. It’s ART!
The story, once again, feels like an afterthought. Anderson seems more interested in the idea of storytelling than in actually telling one. The plot meanders, the emotional stakes feel muted, and the characters (outside of one exception) remain emotionally distant.
That exception? Michael Cera.
Cera absolutely shines as Bjorn, bringing much-needed life and comic charm to an otherwise flat ensemble. His deadpan delivery and quirky physical comedy give the film its few genuine moments of connection.
At the end of the day, The Phoenician Scheme is another reminder that while Wes Anderson is a master of visual artistry, his obsession with form often comes at the cost of emotional substance. If you’re a die-hard Anderson fan, you’ll probably still enjoy the ride. But if you’re looking for story over style, this one might leave you cold.
