Have you ever spent time at an art gallery or museum of art, just soaking in the beauty?
To me, Wes Anderson films are like a guided tour through an art gallery, nearly every shot is gorgeous and I just want to sit and take it all in.
The people in the films, however, serve as sort of a juxtaposition to the visual delight. They are often small-minded, petty and otherwise broken. Even there, however, there is beauty as they search for, and occasionally find, redemption.
The long shots, the unblinking examinations of scenery and actors, the abnormal pacing create an indulgent experience that invite you to revel in the experience and examine the beauty and brokenness in the world around you.
I’ll take a swing at answering.
Have you ever spent time at an art gallery or museum of art, just soaking in the beauty?
To me, Wes Anderson films are like a guided tour through an art gallery, nearly every shot is gorgeous and I just want to sit and take it all in.
The people in the films, however, serve as sort of a juxtaposition to the visual delight. They are often small-minded, petty and otherwise broken. Even there, however, there is beauty as they search for, and occasionally find, redemption.
The long shots, the unblinking examinations of scenery and actors, the abnormal pacing create an indulgent experience that invite you to revel in the experience and examine the beauty and brokenness in the world around you.