Movies that are slightly off.
Love. Expulsion. Revolution.
Max Fischer, a precocious and eccentric 15 year-old, who is both Rushmore's most extracurricular and least scholarly student; Herman Blume, a disillusioned industrialist who comes to admire Max; and Rosemary Cross, a widowed first grade teacher who becomes the object of both Max's and Herman's affection.
Dirk Calloway is really the only one here with a decent head on his shoulders.
Probably the movie I've seen more than any other, and it still reduces me to a soggy lump by the ending every single time. Wes Anderson's funniest, sharpest, most deeply-felt film, this indelible portrait of a true American dreamer resonates across all boundaries and transcends, even now, its retrospectively-familiar exquisitely composed visuals and snappy soundtrack. Whatever your opinion of later Anderson stuff (I'm wishy-washy on some of it myself), Rushmore's unique magic is irresistible.
Watched for the first time with the 13-year-old. Strikes me that an underrated quality of Anderson's work is the casual diversity of the supporting casts. Also, it won't be easy, but I will be voting for Wes over the Coens in Filmspotting Madness.
I find that the older the Wes Anderson film, the easier it is to review...
This was a time where Anderson's warm and vibrant art style that almost made his film look like plays had yet to develop itself. The Royal Tenenbaums was the best mix of style and substance where Moonrise Kingdom was a little too much quirk and colors for its own good. I had an awful time trying to review both of those because it was hard to pinpoint exactly what I loved with Tenenbaums and what I hated with Moonrise without sounding too generalized or short. I just simply liked one and disliked the other. It was very hard to express why, but I still felt…
This is probably one of the few films I enjoy that I have a strong personal history with. A complicated history that makes me feel unreasonably attached to the film. Most movies I liked when I was younger I rewatch and don't like. I don't have a lot of respect for my taste as a youth, especially as a teenager. This is a film that I have liked, more or less, ever since I saw it. I loved it as a teenager when I first saw it (I think it was the first Criterion DVD I ever purchased), I liked it just fine in my early-to-mid twenties (even as my viewing of The Life Aquatic caused me to question Anderson…
"The secret, I don't know... I guess you've just gotta find something you love to do and then... do it for the rest of your life. For me, it's going to Rushmore."
The Royal Tenenbaums has always been my favorite Wes Anderson movie and I always thought it was because it was the first one of his that I had seen, but it can officially move over now because I have a new favorite: Rushmore. This film was so charming, the soundtrack so cool, and the characters so well developed that I was completely in love with it once the credits started rolling. Not only is it my favorite Wes Anderson film, but it also belongs on my all time…
"Best play ever, man."
I have always said that this film is my favourite Wes Anderson movie. Maybe not his best movie (that would probably be either The Royal Tennenbaums or The Grand Budapest Hotel), but still my own personal favourite. However, when I sat down to watch the movie again last night, it occurred to me that I had not actually watched the film in quite a long time (several years at least), and so I became worried whether I would still love the film as much as I did originally. Fortunately, I had little to worry about.
When I first saw this movie (which was my first Wes Anderson picture), I think I can fairly say I was blown away by it.…
Damn this was great.
kind of wanted to punch the protagonist.
Why did you ask me to come here?
Oh, I was going to drop that tree on you.
That big one?
Yeah. It would've flattened me like a pancake. Why didn't you?
What's the point.
I had a huge grin on my face through what felt like the entire first half or so. It was quick, it was lean, it was charming, and the jokes just kept coming one after the other tickling me in all the right spots. Textbook Wes Anderson. I was in love!
And then at some point the energy seemed to wash away... The Bill Murray slapstick vanished, the pacing slowed, and the world started to get a bit more serious, and it caught me off guard. I didn't know how to react when I was presented with some heartfelt, genuine human suffering from its characters. Finally, before coming to a rather unsatisfying conclusion, the story seemed to meander a bit…
i was like "good one wes anderson you're making sure to show the audience that this is not a healthy relationship and that rosemarys actually a sane adult who doesnt fuck with that!!!! hes not romanticising pedophilia!" but every now and then there would come a scene where id be like "YOOOO WES WHAT ARE U DOING HES 15!!!"
All the films from all the editions, including those subsequently removed, presently totalling 1177. An easy way of seeing how…