Rachael_Karlove’s review published on Letterboxd:
Something a lot of major studio films try to do is impart a sense of timelessness in set design and costume choice and so on and so forth, but that begs the question of how culturally informed "timelessness" is and how it looks different with each passing year. I don't know why I'm writing this but Anderson's film here obviously isn't our world, it's something parallel to ours that doesn't have to obey the aesthetics of said real world, but at the same time it is a product of the real world that is informed by what is put into it, and so the cycle continues with what we the audience take out of it.
A woman goes to the grave of an author, reads his book, which he tells us, recounting the story of another man, who tells us his story, which is the story of another man, which is the story of a countess and an entire country. Lives within lives, stories within stories, just as much as I am recounting this to you, the next layer continues, because I and everyone who have seen this film are that layer.