“Frank, you enter stage right with a bag of cocaine.”
Each time I watch Rushmore, I have more cringe flashbacks to my directing days in high school. I approached each play like it was a life or death situation. Barely slept or ate. Just a madwoman.
At least I wasn’t pining for a teacher. Big plus!
Phenomenal soundtrack, top-notch comedy. The golden era before Wes Anderson lost his way trying to fit a million things into one film.
Was in the mood for an early 2000s comfort watch while photo editing.
Superb soundtrack from start to finish.
Cillian Murphy is too hot. I get it. But damn..what a downward spiral. Didn’t expect it to end the way it did. Still mulling that over.
Could not even finish this. I adore Florence Pugh, but I found Andrew Garfield’s performance lackluster.
And like 40 mins in, I was still struggling to see why I should care about these characters— aside from the obvious terminal illness conflict looming in the background of it all. Sleep became much more appealing than staring at this for a minute longer.
Giving it more than 1 star for Florence.
