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Sonny. Where to begin?

Nicolas Cage: Director. Holy shit.

First, there is somewhat of a Woody Allen phenomenon happening here. You know how Woody Allen cannot really conjure any character beyond himself, be it due to narcissism or limited artistic vision? Nowadays, when he isn’t the romantic lead in his Read the rest of this entry »

I am not going to defend or justify Wes Anderson’s very specific style. You know what it is and you either take it or leave it. (Raul we have never talked about this but based on one comment I remember, I think you’re in the leave it camp.) With every film, Anderson seems to go deeper into himself and his own vision. I don’t have a problem with this because I share his love of mid-century styling and whimsy, I love a couple of his films and I don’t have a problem with any artist having their own narrowly defined style. The Ramones always sound like the Ramones. Neil Young and Tom Waits don’t sound like anyone else. And there are plenty of genre directors. Wes Anderson just happens to be his own genre. Whether you like his style or not is Read the rest of this entry »