Relevant background material (and there will be spoilers):
I know those words, but that post makes no sense.
-xtien
“I’m citing you for gross misconduct.”[/QUOTE]
I expect a full report here or in all pertinent threads, or in your very own Wes Anderson Discovery thread. Either way, enjoy your trip! :)[/QUOTE]
Having finally started on my journey with Rushmore, I have to say that I can’t yet see where all the claims of self-parody come from (I’m sure I’ll figure it out after a few more movies), but I can now see how Fantastic Mr Fox is as much Wes Anderson as it is Roald Dahl.
It might be better to say that I can’t unsee it now. I’m not sure how I feel about that with respect to Roald Dahl purism, but fortunately I still love the ways the movie differs from the book. Quite different charms, the two!
As for Rushmore, the first half hour was interesting but not at all what I expected. Then a single line turned me in my seat (or rather, from my side to my stomach in bed, a more attentive position, but there’s no real figure of speech for that!) and made the whole film click for me:
“Oh my god! I wrote a hit play! . . . and I’m in love with you…”
There is so much expression in this one line that I feel like it sums up the entire story, at least with subtext included.
From there on out, I was delighted to find every natural situation for these characters explored, each of them unexpected without being a surprising break in character. The best example of this is when Max leaves Rushmore for public school. I wasn’t expecting this, what with the title of the movie & all, but I love the way that it doesn’t seem to have any effect on his character. Instead he ends up starting a kite club! (I fly kites every other weekend, so I’m singling this one out.)
Along these lines, the ending leaves me imagining that he’s going to keep being a jerk to little Ms Yang because he’ll forever be stuck on Ms Cross. I hope I’m wrong.
I’m looking forward to more. This makes three for three so far, counting Fantastic Mr Fox and Moonrise Kingdom.