Slate article on Wes Anderson and racism, summing up everything I’ve ever thought about him, only far more eloquently and precisely than I ever could.
In every film he’s made, even the best ones, there’s been something kind of obnoxious about Wes Anderson…there’s the way he frequently couples songs—particularly rock songs recorded by shaggy Europeans between 1964 and 1972—with slow-motion effects, as though he’s sweeping a giant highlighter across the emotional content of a scene.
