Featuring our favourite dotted line since that ellipsis in Trainspotting.
We’re at the point now where, to a certain extent, we know what to expect from Wes Anderson. A charming screenplay, delightful production design, exquisitely composed cinamatography, and a barrel of actors we all wish we could take out for gin. The Grand Budapest Hotel delivers on all counts, as we knew it would, but…
Could this be as good as Napoleon Dynamite? No, no it couldn’t
Our least regular feature is back! This week’s Favourite Flicks author is Nina, whose whimsical aesthetic makes her choice of film laughably unsurprising. If you love Wes Anderson’s classic The Royal Tenenbaums, then you’re amongst friends here – if you’re not, prepare to be converted by a gentle barrage of Gene Hackman, Bill Murray and the whole damn Tenenbaum dynasty.
The indie awards are not so indie this year.
Bill Murray is John Wayne. Sold.
Thus began the renaissance of Bradley Cooper
Quirk, check. Deadpanning, check. Cokewhores, ch- dammit Charlie!
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