Wes Anderson movies

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.

I love Bottle Rocket. It’s his least Wes Anderson-y movie. It’s reminiscent of the Coen brothers’ Raising Arizona, another favorite. I quote it a lot, which is pointless since so few people have seen it.

Of his other movies, I like Rushmore the most. His style emerged fully formed and I feel that most everything since has been a repeat, with little evolution.