Bear in mind, I am a huge fan of "Tenenbaums." This movie, however, is nothing but Anderson's statement that he just loves the current trend of men having douchebag moustaches and prancing about like dandy fops. Easily 85% of the male characters are afflicted with the upper-lip-hair scourge, and any semblance of a plot was soon overshadowed by the unveiling of yet another moustache. I could just picture the director being giddy with excitement as yet another such face appeared on screen.

The narrator and the dialogue in general are characterized by a pompous, effeminate, overly genteel affectation, and felt contrived and stilted throughout.