The Phoenician Scheme

A certain shade of chartreuse upholsters the seats of an art-deco private airliner crashing to earth in the opening scene of “The Phoenician Scheme.” That dazzling green color framing the cartoon-mustached face of Benecio Del Toro is the sort of mind-bending vision that can only be beheld in movies made by Wes Anderson. Whimsical, eccentric, brightly colored, unmoored in time between a literary past and a cockamamie present, these visions are postcards from the parallel universe where the Oscar-winning filmmaker's imagination resides. His characters speak English in clipped cadences out of storybooks, rather than actual geographical states or nations. His scripts seem childishly naïve, but their storylines are as intricate as vintage clockwork. His singular visual style is like live-action cartoon, blurring the line where animation and “real life” meet. Now, just don't ask what the movie's about. The plot revolves shaggy-dog-like around sad-eyed industrialist and arms deal...