With offbeat humor, campy cinematic techniques, and ludicrous photographic symmetry, Anderson’s turns life into a satirical stage play. Raw, matter-of-fact emotion provides a lot of the comedy, and dysfunctional parents are once again a prominent theme.
Anderson’s scenes and charaters are deconstructed and carefully reconstructed. All dialogue is spoken very deliberately, with just the right number of beats. Even interruptions are carefully timed. This dramatic technique gives us theatrical charm, but with that charm comes a strange sterility.
The big-name stars don’t add much and are, if anything, a distraction. And I’ll go out on a limb and say that I don’t think the kids were as good as Anderson would have liked. Neither of them speak clearly or maintain their awkward stares long enough. The boy kid has the right look but also seems to have a a slight speech impediment which is becomes more noticeable when all of Anderson’s characters are so precisely crafted.
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