eat good films for breakfast, write bad ones after.
A clean fucking 4. A wonderful, most refined construction of Wes Andersons cinema. Because that's what it is no? A construction, a choreography of movements belonging somewhere in a vacuum between film and theatre. Incredibly free in its form and unquestionably visually rewarding, I feel Anderson has reflected and understood the most common criticism of his films- alienation of the audience from the protagonist. The last of his films that really allowed me to stay and empathise with his protagonists…
One hour long outtakes from what has to be my favourite, most personal documentary "Baavra Mann." Sudhir mishra is a wise, wise bullshitter.