I’ve always valued films with linear and coherent plots that replicate the texture, taste, and tempo of reality but Anderson’s films don’t have any of that. Yet I took my Dad to see Asteroid City for Fathers’ Day, endured one inane ad break after another into the night to watch The Grand Budapest Hotel on telly, and adored The Fantastic Mr Fox before I’d even heard of Wes Anderson.
Why?
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