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The Fantastic Mr. Fox, Wes Anderson (2009)

I suppose if one definition of “auteur” is a filmmaker who makes the same movie over and over (Kurosawa: The powerful vs. the powerless; Welles: The corrupt vs. the naive; Scorsese: The outsider vs. the insider; etc.), then Wes Anderson fits the bill, as he here offers up yet another charming rogue father, another long-suffering and lied-to mother, another squad of over-achieving anxious children, and yet more strangely ineffable mid-century-meets-thrift-store-meets-80’s-era-preppy art direction. This time, of course, everyone’s a puppet, but it doesn’t make much difference. Enjoyable but not great, and certainly not worth the billion hours it must have taken to shoot.

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  1. It is actually pretty great for that and other reasons.

    This was the first movie-on-a-screen movie my kids saw, in an old-timey rundown picture house in Worthing. Saturday matinee. Packed house. Completely silent–not a sound from a single kid through the whole movie. Stick that up your pixar. And plenty engaging for us grownups, I thought.

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