Teenage posturing is timeless, but dressing it in late 60s garb? That s*@$t should be trademarked.
In the kind of coincidence that Alison Bechdel, in thrall to psychoanalysis, would say isn’t a coincidence at all, I was more than halfway through Bechdel’s new graphic novel when I saw Moonrise Kingdom this weekend.
And while I fear that combining the two reviews might short-shrift each, they are just so compelling together. Not quite peanut butter and chocolate, though.
More like, you know, beet gnocchi and horseradish ricotta. (Totally stole that from this restaurant I like).
New Wes Anderson movie!!!
But wait, isn’t he the king of using super-extra style to cover over a lack of substance?
Don’t we want EMOTION in our films? Isn’t all that precious, twee, hipster, white, wealthy, careful, controlled style just NOT WHAT MOVIES ARE FOR?
Too much postmodern posture, and not enough human feeling?