Not unlike some of my peers, I have quite a bit of history when it comes to Wes Anderson films. In the beginning, I remember my mom dropping off me and a few friends at our local rundown theater to see “Rushmore.” The theater was empty, and my friends wanted to leave midway through, but I was hooked.
Anderson’s next, “The Royal
Tenenbaums,” I drove myself to, and felt a little more camaraderie with a full theater on opening night. These two films (along with the lesser seen and highly underrated “Bottle Rocket”) found an audience that, well, not to sound like an elitist bastard, ‘got it.’ Wes Anderson has a way of finding the idiosyncrasies of life, and exploiting them in a subtle, yet obvious way. Sometimes painfully obvious. I mean, Owen Wilson, high on prescription drugs, face painted like a Native American, running his car into his best friend’s house, killing their dog in the process, is a little bit odd for general audiences. (more…)
