Asteroid City, In Which Wes Anderson Is Now Just Screwing With Us
Asteroid City comes off not just as a wonderful, original movie but more like an immersive experience into Wes Anderson at his creative peak.
Before grabbing one of the 40-odd seats in the local art house theater’s upper viewing room for Asteroid City I had never seen a Wes Anderson movie.
I know who he is. I’ve read much about him, about his films, about his style and particulars, that viewing his films is a love it or hate it sort of thing. I understand the references, mostly. I just never watched one of his movies.
To be fair, theater movie going is not something I enjoy. Too loud, too many people, too expensive, too many bad movies not worth the hassle. However, I have family members who love going to the movies, so for the greater good I do sometimes take up my cinematic cross and follow them to whatever it is they want to see. I’m practically the anti-film critic, in that I don’t really care if I see most movies and my standards for good/not good have little to do with the art of filmmaking and more to do with did I just enjoy the film for whatever the run time is. I like movies. I even love a few. I hate going to the modern theater. I’d rather watch them at home. I apologize for…
