claira curtis’s review published on Letterboxd:
Perfect movies don’t exi-
Oh my god is that a little fox wearing a sock on his head and his pants tucked into his socks?!?
Yes, it is. And yes, perfect movies do exist and they are Fantastic Mr. Fox.
I love the hidden intimacy that reverberates throughout Fantastic Mr. Fox. Whether it’s Mr. Fox setting a towel down over a mud puddle during a squab raid for his wife or Ash turning on the train set to help distract Kristofferson from his melancholy or giving a villainous rat a shred of tenderness in his final moments, Wes Anderson somehow makes his most “kiddish” film also one of his most relationally expressive.
“Let’s eat! What, what? I was just playing alᵒⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇⁱᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ…”