We can count on Wes Anderson films for a few things: Bill Murray, Jason Schwartzman, and a quirky, viral soundtrack that will either bring you endless joy or drive you screaming into a foxhole (no pun intended). His latest, it seems, is no different. The plot involves a clandestine love affair between nine year olds (with impeccable fashion sense) at summer camp. Not only summer camp, but a kind of camp (not to mention dialogue–Jiminy Cricket?) that hasn’t existed for 60 years, run by Bruce Willis and Ed Norton, perhaps the two actors, short of Alan Cumming and Vin Diesel, least suited to play camp counselors. Norton would have made sense maybe 15 years ago, Primal Fear era–as it stands, it’s a stretch. That said–we’ve always longed for an excuse to see him in Swiss-style knee pants. Schwartzman serves as some kind of Catholic presence, Roman Coppola is in the mix as usual, and the cast is as gasp-worthy as the palate is…lemon-orangey.
But it must be said that Anderson is one of the few directors who can be said to have a palate–highly customized and box-office friendly. I suppose that counts for something, even if it’s only the continued appearance of whimsical first world fairy-tales every 3 years or so.