While held as a beloved cult favourite and hailed by many viewers as Wes Anderson’s finest hour, Rushmore remains another marmite experience from the hipster filmmaker. Only his second feature, the indie favourite’s now-distinctive style might not yet have been fully formed here, but there’s enough offbeat quirk and eccentric whimsy that his naysayers still won’t get what all the fuss is about. That said, it’s arguably more likeable and less aloof than most of Anderson’s later work, while fairly charming overall.

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