Moonrise Kingdom finally made its way to my nestled mountain
hellhole retreat in Burlington, Vermont. It only took about a month to make it here, to a liberal artsy town filled with people who would make love to Wes Anderson if given the chance. I know I would. But before I continue, I’m throwing down a possible-spoiler alert. I don’t know what I’m gonna say, but you may not want to hear it.
While I waited anxiously for Moonrise Kingdom to come, I heard and read so many annoyingly positive reviews. “It was like the most Wes-Andersonny movie that Wes Anderson has ever made.” “I hear Wes Anderson influenced HIMSELF in the making of this movie.” Of course my initial response was, “Oh, BULLshit!” And of course I was wrong.
It was FUCKING AMAZING. So good I’m gonna see it again.
Where to begin? It’s a cinematic masterpiece. Visually breathtaking. It brings back all those wonderful feelings of childhood. The summer days spent outdoors. The Boy Scouts. Those days spent indoors reading and playing boardgames while it rained. The movie itself was so nontraditionally funny, in a classic Wes Anderson way. See? I already want to make love to him.
Every character in the movie was glorious. Bill Murray put out a performance with nuanced elegance. Bruce Willis was great. Edward Norton was phenomenal as a nice, kind-hearted Troop leader. And Jason Schwartzman had a wonderful minor role. Oh yeah, and Tilda Swinton was incredible. AND Frances McDormand…you get the point. Everyone was amazing. Everything was amazing. It was a beautiful blooming love story. Everyone won. And no one died. Horay!
I could gush on and on about how good this movie was, but I’d rather just watch it again!
I’d give it 5 Wes Andersons, but since we don’t deal in Wes Andersonian currency, I give this movie 5 out of 5 Big Lebowskis.
*This review was mediocre and was not Wes Anderson approved.*