Wes Anderson’s sweet spot. Right before style overtook substance
This was the only movie playing near the little west-Texas desert town Shiloh and I are honeymooning at. Neither of us are fans of the franchise or had even seen an FF movie before, but we decided to go for something maybe approaching a cultural experience.
We got to the movie theater 15 mins late and spent some time talking to the owner, an Indian man with a stack of business cards at the box office declaring him a chemistry…