You can whine about Wes Anderson being overly twee and precious all you want, if Ed Norton, Tilda Swinton, Bill Murray, Bruce Willis, Frances McDormand, and Harvey Keitel (you’re barely skating by, Schwartzman!) are all in a movie together, I’m seeing that movie, even if it’s a cripple snuff porn directed by Hitler. My smug liberal arts boner is all tumescent with soy chai for this one. I regret nothing. In the name of the father, the son, and shirtless Bill Murray holding an axe, amen.
I don’t even know what that second clip was supposed to be. It was just a bunch of little kids dressed up in costumes. But don’t be mad, sweetie, that’s just one man’s opinion.
(*center frame*) Two characters walk into frame, interact stiffly, exit frame. Cut to quirky reaction shot. FIN.