From: USA (Rushmore), Germany and United Kingdom (The Grand Budapest Hotel)
Director: Wes Anderson
I think I’m a Wes Anderson fan without me knowing. I don’t particularly scour collections for his work. I don’t anticipate the release dates. I don’t know all of his characters or even what he looks like (but now I do, because I just looked him up). They just come along through friends swapping movies or an attractive DVD cover. Sometimes, it’s just because there’s a trailer on TV and it’s so golden and very curious-looking that it made me curious.
But I must say, whenever I watch a Wes Anderson film, I feel like I should be fan. I feel like everybody should be a fan. Why?
Because Mr. Anderson’s scripts are simple but ornate
Rushmore is just about an overachieving kid who develops a crush on a teacher. That’s it. The whole movie can be summed up in one sentence but it takes the genius of Wes Anderson to make you want to watch it for 93 minutes.
Because Mr. Anderson gives a whole new meaning to movies being moving pictures
In Grand Budapest every shot is a post card you want to send to someone. The actors even pause for a millisecond every time, as if they’re being photographed on set. There is too much attention to detail, if there is such a thing. I literally kept saying wow, that’s f*ckin gorgeous. You know that every pattern, color, object is deliberately put on that screen. You don’t only want to watch the film, you want to be in the film.
Even if you ignore the fact that his go-to cast includes an iconic representative from every generation, you cannot ignore how masterful everything else is. But really, you cannot ignore that cast. You cannot ignore Wes Anderson.
What this film holds for me:
Who: Jason Schwartzman as Max Fischer – he’s so good he’s irritating
Where: Republic of Zubrowka should be real must be real
What: Mendl’s Courtesan au Chocolat- they even teach you how to make it here