Watching The French Dispatch again, I found myself, as usual, straining to understand each story while being deeply drawn into Wes Anderson’s colorful aesthetic. The film unfolds through three different reports published in the final edition of the fictional journal The French Dispatch, revealing a meditation on art, solitude and the ways people interpret culture. In Babel, humans were forced to interpret the world in different tongues, disunifying them and ending humankind’s domination of the heavens. In The French Dispatch, art is a way of seeing the world through one’s own struggles. Each story in The French Dispatch is told entirely through the journalist, with occasional attribution to figures such as the painter or the young revolutionary.