A gentle malaise. A flying song. Blue stained-glass memories of pine cribs and plastic figurines. I can also kill a man.
Zissou: Revenge.
Exeunt.
Wow. You think it’s bad in Brooklyn try hanging around LA. What’s worse then the idiots who wear trucker hats are the idiots who actually throw around words like “hipster”. The “age of twee”, over? What a hollow comment. As long as W.A. and B & S (and others like them) continue to follow their own interests, even daring to up the production value of their work, they will always be valid. To enjoy and understand Life Aquatic you have to experience the visual beauty of the film, as with the sonic quality of Dear Catastrophe Waitress. If you want to substitute others personalities with your own then you’re going to get hurt. And if you want “plot” turn on your TV. And if you want to write about a film try writing about the film and not phantom notions of post-modernity.
Man is Christian Lorentzen ever filled to the brim with bullshit. Not to mention that part of the beauty of the Tenenbaums and the Life Aquatic is that Royal and Zissou both come to terms with who they are and who they’ve been in the end. They do grow up in many ways, and that’s when they become good men. If he’d get over himself, maybe he could simply enjoy a movie for chrissake.
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