Before I went to see “Fantastic Mr. Fox,” I wanted to get a taste of Wes Anderson’s distinct style. So I took a friend’s recommendation and watched “The Royal Tenenbaums,” which is this week’s “F.I.L.M.” (First-Class, Independent Little-Known Movie). I am now officially smitten by the quirky, off-beat humor that people love about Anderson. He has a very cultish, niche audience, but “The Royal Tenenbaums” managed to make a blip on the mainstream radar. It made a respectable $52 million (attendance comparable to “The Final Destination”), won a Golden Globe for Gene Hackman’s performance, and was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay. But for a large group of moviegoers who haven’t experienced Wes Anderson, might I suggest renting this? You’re really missing out if you haven’t.
The film follows a dysfunctional family that has fallen apart, mainly due to the large egos of the three extremely bright children. Chas (Ben Stiller) is a successful enterpreneur by his early teens, Margot (Gwyneth Paltrow) is a skilled playwright who is published by high school, and Ritchie (Luke Wilson) finds great success with the game of tennis. But for different reasons, they all wind up miserable. Surprisingly, it is their estranged father, Royal Tenebaum (Gene Hackman) who ends this unhappy spell. With his eccentric and often manipulative ways, he often infuriates them. But he has a certain charm that has the power to ease the pain of disappointment and fill the gap he has left in their lives with his absence.
One thing that I particularly enjoyed about “The Royal Tenenbaums” is that I could sense Wes Anderson had as much fun making this movie as I did watching it. He ornately concocts these bizarre characters that seem so far-fetched, yet they hit home in unexpected and delightful ways. Anderson makes his presence felt throughout the entire movie. You can feel it in the cinematography, consisting of deliberately framed geometric shots. You can feel it in the soundtrack, a mix of folk and rock that really sets the atmosphere for his quirky work. You can even feel it in the font he uses for the titles. If you were like me, questioning what could possibly make Wes Anderson so special, watch “The Royal Tenenbaums” to be silenced and completely won over.

In the age of the booming blockbuster, independent cinema is in dire need of a movie that can appeal to a blooming generation of teenage moviegoers if sophisticated cinema is to survive. I couldn’t be more pleased to report that “

The “F.I.L.M. of the Week” is Gus Van Sant’s “Paranoid Park,” a multi-layered movie that serves as both a crime drama and a portrait of a scared teenager. The film serves as a testament to the prowess of Van Sant (Academy Award nominated director of “Milk” and “Good Will Hunting”), who not only helmed the movie, but wrote and edited it. He excels at doing what I love to see filmmakers do: taking a simple premise and using the power of moviemaking to turn it into something extravagant.


The honor of being “F.I.L.M. of the Week” is now officially bestowed upon “The Squid and the Whale.” It is perhaps one of the most brazen movies I have ever seen, and I loved every minute of it. I should have known by reading the movie’s tagline, “Joint Custody Blows.” The movie is based on events from the life of writer/director Noah Baumbach (a frequent collaborator with director Wes Anderson), a fact that only enhances the experience. Chronicling the events following the separation his parents in the 1980s and the chaos that ensues, “The Squid and the Whale” joins “
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You can tell when movie companies are just trying to prime people for their money by making a crappy sequel to a semi-popular series, most often in kid’s movies because people go in flocks and not alone. Jim Davis ought to be ashamed of Tim Hill and 20th Century Fox for ruining his loveably, lazy cartoon. Garfield is a cat who cares about two things…food and himself. In the first installment, it took him practically the whole movie to come around and care about Odie. Meanwhile, in 
The “F.I.L.M.” (First-Rate, Independent Little-Known Movie) of the Week was unknown to me just a few short months ago. I was looking at one of my moviegoing companion’s favorite flicks on Facebook and saw there was a movie that I did not recognize. I, of course, had to ask her what this movie was. The next day, she lent me her copy, telling me that she couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen it, much less never heard of it. The movie was “Heathers,” and I quickly realized how criminal it was that I hadn’t seen it. An absolutely brilliant satire of teenage angst, the movie has a more vintage ’80s high school feel than a John Hughes movie, yet it still retains its significance 20 years later.

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