Somehow managing to avoid the melodrama that certain tender films are caked in, The Royal Tenenbaums has one of the most genuine portrayals of depression I've ever seen on screen. And yet this film is still brimming with liveliness and soul. A lot of the things these characters go through, strangely, have a touch of authenticity to them.
What I like about Wes Andersons early movies so much, is that they're all deeply personal at their core. In many ways, I miss this aspect of his movies, of which there is increasingly less to be found.