Wes Anderson Movie
Wes Anderson has long been an easy target for ridicule; it was hardly a surprise when he was caught Citi Biking around New York in his Tom Wolfe-ish white suit. But he’s kept doing him, and rightly so. His 2012 effort was more of the same: a hyper-designed, goofy-sad tale of kids (Jared Gilman and Kara Hayward) running away into the woods, pursued by authority figures and aggressive boy scouts. He’s almost daring you to call it self-parody, just as much as he’s waiting for detractors to see he’s not just about quirk. As ever, a heavy melancholic streak runs throughout, offering an insightful look at how characters, as they always do in Anderson joints, use artifice to shield them from pain. The adults are uniformly brooding, their reactions to our pint-sized heroes betraying their own anguish over their fading childhood and the poor choices that have left them unhappy. It’s hilarious and gutting in equal measure, usually at the same time — just like all Andersons.