Fantastic Mr. Fox is a children’s book about a trickster who triumphs over staid, grumpy, pragmatic adults through his superior mischief and intellect. I love that book.
Fantastic Mr. Fox is a movie about a middle-aged bourgeois motherfucker who misses his adolescent hooliganism, who resents adult responsibilities, and whose shrew of a wife eventually comes around to seeing how he’s got a superior approach to life. Anderson chains the whimsy of the book to his deadening, egocentric neuroses. I hate that movie.
Halfway through Darjeeling Limited I started rooting for the tiger.