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(2007) rt:91m
**
Director: Wes Anderson
Starring: Owen Wilson, Adrien Brody, Jason Schwartzman, Anjelica Huston
Oh Jesus, I kinda don't want to write this one.
This thing was such a giant disaster by a guy I really like, and he
deserves better.
I guess the term "self-indulgent" applies here. At least
I think it does, never really understanding that term and its over-usage.
I mean what else do call a film by a guy who clearly fell in love
with the idea of filming a movie in India, and then to fill it out
grabbed his buddies, gave them silly mustaches and/or facial bandages
and just kind of went to town with no apparent plan whatsoever. Or,
if there was a plan, none was evident to me.
Cute can only get you so far. That's kind of Wes Anderson’s
stock and trade. He makes quirky, cute films that are awkwardly poignant
and look fantastic. I happen to love these kinds of films. He also
draws amazing characters that we have rarely if ever seen on screen
in anything other than his films. This film had some of his trademarks,
but lacked any kind of cohesive energy, direction or point. There
were scenes on the train right out of the gate that I literally watched
with my brow furrowed trying to figure out what the hell was going
on. The conversations just go absolutely nowhere, and feel like they
were a draft written by a third-year film student high on mushrooms.
The thing continues, relying on Anderson’s typical juxtaposition
of inane nothingness, slapstick weirdness and shocking sorrow. Although,
in this case, the sorrow rather than feeling like something out of
a John
Irving novel smacks of a plot device that comes out of nowhere
and really has zero impact. The whole movie just strikes a false note
and relies on this strange repeating theme of starting and stopping
and starting again. There is scene after scene, intentional or not,
where the characters go to do something, get stymied, try again, get
stymied and then just kind of forget about it and move on. It’s
frustrating and kind of annoying.
I’m really trying to find something nice to say about this film
other than the visuals, but I’m finding it rather difficult.
The DVD version I saw had the short film, Hotel
Chevalier, tacked on the front. It too was strange and not very
entertaining. Granted, there was a semi-nude Natalie
Portman in it, but even that was disappointing. Moving on…
[DVD, MF]
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