The latest of my Anderson rewatches as I read through “The Wes Anderson Collection,” this jumped hugely in my estimation just like the others. The first time I saw this (probably in early college), I remember thinking it didn’t really feel like a Wes Anderson movie - which is wrong, but I get why I thought so at the time. Even more than his less-micromanaged earlier stuff, this is probably the most naturalistically beautiful of Anderson’s movies, and the hyper-produced…
It's amazing how Ingmar Bergman's shadow falls so heavily over Scandinavia that even their purported rom-coms have to bear the cold weight of mortality on their shoulders. No worries, though - even at its psychologically chilliest, The Worst Person in the World maintains a steady warmth, either because its camerawork turns the simplest scenes into living watercolor paintings; or because Renate Reinsve's remarkable performance writes smoldering haikus with her facial expressions alone; or because the movie's underlying belief that no…
Oh… so you can make a movie this fun and it’s just… allowed? You can hire actors and set designers and cameramen and soundwomen and make a little film full of light and magic and they’ll just… let you do it? Hm. Someone better get Zack Snyder on the line and let him know ASAP.
I’m very glad I happened to watch Rushmore a few weeks ago, because Gary Valentine is like if Max Fischer were mostly happy and mostly…
One of the worst films I’ve ever seen.
Production design: A
Literally everything else: Fffffffffff
The Writing is awful, the acting is unironically The Room-level bad, the plot is nonsensical, the pacing is somehow glacially slow considering it contains twisted ballet dancers, evil henchmen, and a coven of witches.
This film did not make me feel, it did not make me think, and it did not hold my attention. It was kind of like Lynch if…