A film about history that avoids it entirely. Not out of cowardice or lack of nerve, but because the head-on acknowledgement of Europe’s long 20th century is quite simply too painful.
Wes Anderson seems to have taken a page from Todd Solonz’s book, and it’s hard to imagine more beautiful results.
Some of the entries are set in stone from edition to edition, and that’s fine in most cases.
I am a research scientist, a walk of life whose cinematic counterparts are relegated to a few stale options.
A landmark year for me as well as for the movies.
Here are 10 fragments from White’s writing that I’ve wanted to frame and hang on a wall.