The universe holds a special place in its starry heart for comedians. And at the core of its deepest heart, you will find Jacques Tati. Read on, Reader!
I have been pacing the floor for a year, entangled in this theory that Bob Fosse— dancer, choreographer, filmmaker— is at the heart of the American subconscious. Read on, Reader!
I went through puberty in the mid-to-late 1980s, which to this day still feels like a rarefied hell of impossible tight dresses and supermodels with large teeth and big strange hair at odds with gravity. Read on, Reader!
I am trying to keep hold of my sense of humor with both of my sweaty strong little hands. To do that with alacrity, I need to reach into my secret arsenal of books and movies and stories told with the curtains closed and the fans going strong and the dogs panting. Read on, Reader!
Writer Elizabeth Gilbert used to be known as a “man’s writer” until her memoir “Eat, Pray, Love” became a runaway success and pushed her off into the chick lit ghetto. Let me tell you just why Gilbert is one of the contemporary greats and a real writer’s writer. Read on, Reader!
I am sprawled across the tomato bisque colored couch listening to the soundtrack to Wes Anderson’s The Royal Tenenbaums.
One song slides into another, creating a flawless, cool-hearted, melancholy mood— the handiwork of Mark Mothersbaugh (of Devo who has become a composer and film arranger in a big way in the last 25 years).
There’s very little crash or bang in the soundtracks that Mothersbaugh created for Anderson, which makes them ideal for writing.
They build a solid mood. You can slide forward with them. And they will go along with you, anywhere.
Wes Anderson’s films, notably Rushmore, The Royal Tenenbaums, and The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, are three touchstones that I return to again and again when I am trying to figure out some intangible in my own work.
Anderson’s films inspire a really strong reaction in most people.
Folks either lovelovelove his flicks or they hatehatehate them.
One trait shared by the fans and dissenters alike is being LOUD about their feelings about the Anderson oeuvre.
I’m one of the lovelovelove folks, so please forgive me my adoration.
And now, before you commence with your eye-rolling exercises at the mere thought of watching an (insert expletive here) Wes Anderson film, give me a few minutes to tell you why I adore his films as much as I do.
I promise to stick to the basics. I promise not to go overboard. And I promise that I won’t hold it against you if you don’t agree.
Just hear me out. That’s all I ask.
(You may commence with the grousing and the grumbling in the comments section at the end.)
Okay. Give me a second to get this sleeping dog off of my legs.
Ah. Much better.
My personal story about Wes Anderson really has to do with the three films I mentioned: Rushmore, The Royal Tenenbaums, …. Read on, Reader!