Showing posts with label Wes Anderson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wes Anderson. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Did you say you were on Mescaline?



I've spent the last hour or so devouring a five-part series by Matt Zoller Seitz in which Seitz exhaustively and intricately breaks down the influences of Wes Anderson. Part 1 is here and links to the other sections are contained within the heading. You can view each essay as videos or text, but trust me - the videos on the right side of the screen are the way to go.

Anderson’s scavenger-hunt aesthetic stands him in good company, alongside Quentin Tarantino, David Gordon Green, James Gray, and the other Anderson, P.T. But what makes Wes Anderson distinctive is the sheer range of art that has fed his imagination—not just recent American and foreign films, but films from 30, 50, even 70 years ago, plus newspaper comics, illustrations, and fiction. The spectrum of influence gives his work a diversity of tone that his imitators typically lack. It is a style of substance.


The details in these essays are bordeline obsessive in their spectrum, not only pointing out Anderson's well documented influences (Truffaut, Scorcese, Salinger, Peanuts) but also details you never even wondered about. I'm especially fascinated by Part 5 of the essay, with a shot-by-shot annotation of The Royal Tenenbaums' prologue. It will answer questions you never knew you had. I've never paid particular meaning to the fact that Margot is wearing a zebra costume, but as Seitz points out, there's a specific reason for everything in every Anderson shot. Of course the zebra means something.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

It's Oh So Plagiarized

Time for this week's music video update!!

First, I take you back in time, to 1995. Michael Jordan had just returned to the Bulls after awkwardly playing baseball, the WB network made its debut, paving the way for Dawson's Creek and The Wayans Bros., and Bjork released this video, reflecting the joy America was feeling, directed by Spike Jonze:



There's so much to love about this video. Jonze's slow-mo verses and real time chorus is spot-on, the sets and costumes are right out of a Broadway musical (the only other place that delivery men are that happy, and I dare you to put a dancing mailbox in a music video and have it not be awesome.

Well, apparently Feist shares my admiration. You may remember Feist from such bands as Broken Social Scene or the single from her solo album, "Mushaboom." Here's the video for her latest single, "1 2 3 4."



Alright. Same bleak intro contrasting with the color and energy of the rest of the video. Same haircut. Same crane shots. But I don't want to label this video a complete rip-off. I mean, though they both end with the focus completely on the singer, Feist's video is somehow able to hide all of the dancers behind her small frame. That's sort of cool. And it is one continuous 3-minute shot, which is always impressive, but haven't we seen that somewhere else?



Maybe it's Patrick Daughters, "1 2 3 4"'s director, that should watch his back. I just checked out the video he directed for the aforementioned "Mushaboom." Once again, it's the same fucking video!!!! And while I think both Spike Jonze and Wes Anderson have grounds for kicking his ass, Daughters better keep his eye out for a petite Icelandic woman. When Bjork hears about this, it's not gonna be pretty!