Wes Anderson’s Our Town
If this were his final feature, it would be a perfect endcap for his career. He uses the tenuous movie-of-a-play-within-a-movie structure to strip back and examine the purpose of fiction. And specifically, to marvel at its ability to speak to and move us, even when abstracted far away from reality.
He has his main character quite literally step out of his own story and places the film’s emotional climax outside (the only scene that really takes place…
I really thought Tom Hanks was gonna toss that little girl off the fucking train
grimly fascinated by the 90s being a decade full of films about slobs one-upping fancy pants characters...almost feels like Hollywood responding to three Republican presidential terms in a row
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
When Cap earnestly says to Hulkiana Jones “Remember this place? You used to come here with Betty” and it’s literally a CGI parking lot…baby that’s comedy
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a film about queerness that never lets its character fully come to terms with their true self. The refusal of the call of identity as horror. Really really disturbed me this time.
I can see myself returning to this movie not infrequently, kinda like how I can’t stop visiting the upsetting world of Mulholland Drive
