After 25 years and nine films, we know what to expect from a Wes Anderson movie. It is the cinematic equivalent of that stand at the county fair selling handcrafted elf figurines. It’s not going to blow you away with technology or special effects or even any sweeping dramatic gestures, but you can’t help but marvel at the exquisiteness of the craftsmanship and the obvious care that has gone into every element of the production, all the while feeling an odd mixture of admiration, melancholy, and whimsy over the fact that so much love has been devoted to something so seemingly meaningless and ultimately inconsequential.