Not long after reading David Shields’s Reality Hunger: A Manifesto, still high on its rallying cry for emotion over narrative, concision over Great American Novel bloat, I came across :: kogonada’s work. In his visual essays I discovered the cinematic version of what Shields called “the folk tradition in action: finding new uses for things by selecting the parts that move you and discarding the rest.”
* Eric McDowell *
In that same spirit, I would like to put The Grand Budapest Hotel aside and travel back to 1996, the year of Anderson’s feature film debut, Bottle Rocket.
* Ashley David *
1) I ate Jimmy Page’s French fries and a bite of his steak. 2) “I have never been lonely, cause me so cool.” 3) Misplaced efforts to connect are carved enthusiastically and sometimes desperately from the dearth of options offered by a cultural context that relegates honesty to marketing, which it to say, largely omits the option for its expression in any significant way.