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“All artists sell all their work. It’s what makes you an artist. Selling it.”
Maybe Wes Anderson’s most fully realized idea—powered by love for writers and artists; contempt for or disinterest in just about everyone else. Bumping it up on a second watch. Don’t be fooled by the anthology approach, each piece fits together. It’s a manifesto, but not for a political or social ideal—it’s a testimony to preservation. And there are a lot of gags. So funny that Arthur Howitzer wants The French Dispatch shuttered and the printing press “liquefied” upon his death. Wes would sooner die a second time than have his sculptures melted.
I gave this another shot after being totally unmoved by it out of Sundance. Three weeks ago my wife and I welcomed a beautiful baby girl into our life and so I am now legally and emotionally required to be moved to tears by coming of age stories in which a father truly sees and comes to understand his daughter. I don’t make the rules. Wonderful movie.
Third time. A real “What you give to it, it gives to you” film. If you’ve seen a lot of movies, it’s easy to get bogged down in what this wants to be, what it is aesthetically mining. And if you seek clean social morality, this probably isn’t the one. Too ephemeral, too specific, too hooked into the historical American tradition of liberty in the face of fear and the unknown. One long drive to freedom. There’s no judgment and…