What Anderson and his fellow screenwriter Roman Coppola have created doesn’t just glorify innocence and tweeness, it presents these sensibilities as the solution to the shittiness of the world. They are the ideals, the real ins to enjoying life. Sam and Suzy idle away the hours, looking at deer, loving the world in an amber-hued utopia. You can roll your eyes and critique Wes Anderson for being so fucking Wes Anderson here, but only the hardest of hearts won’t find something to admire in this depiction and its execution.
Source: Gawker
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