On Wes Anderson and Asteroid City

I find it hard to evaluate a film object like Asteroid City.

For better and worse, Anderson makes movies for an audience of one, pushing his idiosyncrasies and preoccupations and grammar as far as he can. That also means his films feel increasingly insular, perhaps even adrift.

There’s an almost stubborn irrelevance about Anderson’s movies that may be a virtue or may be a damning flaw, and I can’t figure out which.