wes anderson

what asshole went and told this dude he could write a story? if i can track down his high school english teacher i'm gonna beat 'em stupid with a fucking first edition catcher in the rye. sure, i dug bottle rocket (though now i mostly appreciate it for introducing me to the proclaimers' classic first album, and anyone who thinks the proclaimers can suck it can suck it), but come on! i'll admit his shit looks real nice and blah blah blah mise-en-scene blah blah blah, but his movies have got me's-in-censed (you see how i flipped that shit?!). i could give a fuck about all these people. i'm supposed to feel bad for these dudes that are travelling around india by train, doing drugs and screwing a stewardess? i'm sorry, what? that sounds like my dream vacation, why you sad asshat? i got over feeling bad for rich, self-indulgent white dudes when i read bright lights, big city 10 years ago. you know what though, wes? i'd rather watch that fucking michael j. fox trainwreck again than one of your movies and that may be the harshest insult i've ever spat out. go be someone's art director. if i wanna watch a beautiful movie that nothing happens in, i'll go watch antonioni's the passenger for the 57th time, that way i won't have to listen to a bunch of spoiled shits whining for two hours (plus, nicholson is so much sexier than wilson). oh, and, get up off the kinks' jock already, jeez.