I paint the figure and watch a lot of film. Washington D.C.
If a film fucks me up sufficiently, it gets a 5. Ratings are arbitrary.
Honestly kinda shocked this is Michael Cera’s first outing in the ever-expanding Wes Anderson core cast, he feels like he should have been in so many of these by now (and is great here).
I think I actually tend to prefer this stage of Anderson’s filmography where his artificiality is more transparently on display and he’s basically making pulp novel dioramas, there’s a sincerity that comes through in the rabbit holes he digs into. The pieces of art he borrowed from museums getting their own credits sequence, for instance. Also appreciated all the slapstick.