Rushmore – 3.5/5
I never really thought much of it and, 20 years later, I'm on the other side of the fence. Ain't that the way it always be. I might have then complained of its artifice; in retrospect—and by comparison—it's one of the least artificial of Wes Anderson's career. There's an awkwardness, an unsteadiness, a genuine dweebishness that runs through it. It's not as perfect as he would one day become. Maybe that's the throughline of his career: people who fuck up because they're trying to be perfect. The flaws make us forgivable. There's also a willingness here for everything to not feel the same throughout. Max Fischer stands out because he doesn't know how not to. And Olivia Williams is just wonderful, isn't she?
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