Excess of Opinions

adorable, but pathetic in its aggressive looniness, a movie that cares so much what you think of it that it trips over its own feet every 5 minutes. it’s all kind of worth it just to watch the cast for a couple of hours, but the whole thing plays like the pesky little brother of a Wes Anderson flick. 20 demerits for overuse of The Anvil Of Foreshadowing, but Adrien Brody looks made of spun sugar and Robbie Coltrane lights up a screen like Christmas morning.