The first Anderson feature film came to archaeology after a lapse of 24 years.
The technique is very green, the shots are a bit patchwork, but Anderson is right. Innocent, lonely and overly kind-hearted character, always gentle rhythm, there is no fairy tale color and exquisite composition, but it has a bit of road film flavor. Probably because of the protagonists who drifted in the wind.
The plan is easily torn to pieces by reality, either inexplicably compromised or found that persistence is meaningless. Life will still fuck you up again and again, but it’s happiness to find a little warmth.
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