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Originally Posted by Rob Instigator
Wes Anderson movies more and more remind me of the whimsical musings of a super rich, spoiled white boy who does not understand what actual life is like.
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yes, he probably is all of those things (he certainly is some of them), but i forgive him his personal shortcomings because he lets me watch him play with his toys for a couple of hours for the price of admission.
e.g. that horny hilarious prison tale in the french dispatch is certainly no papillon. but if i had to watch papillon on repeat when i'm feeling down, i would probably blow my brains out.
fuck, while on the subject of prisons... watching salò as a study of fascism (and modernity and consumerism) by someone who *really* understood what actual life is like was definitely worth the effort, but it was the hardest "movie" i've seen, and it took me several sittings + recovery sessions to get through all of it, until i finally saw the light of it, so to speak. i could not stomach it all in a single viewing. it was difficult work.
so yeah... sometimes a whimsical boy and his toys is the right pharmaceutical for the moment. it might not cure anything, but it offers temporary relief. other times yeah it can be downright annoying.
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eta: a good review of salò here:
https://www.sensesofcinema.com/2013/...days-of-sodom/
eta, 2: more on pasolini and his death:
https://youtu.be/5mwKpi2psS4