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We can probably assume that Hank Williams will now get trendy with the young ones, thanks to this film. Maybe also Françoise Hardy. I'm hoping the floral smocks and fantastic eyewear also catch on.
It was a lovely film. I got to flatter myself by seeing a lot of me-at-12 in Suzy (I mean, running away with a suitcase full of hardbacks? Obviously.) and the romance was sweet. And the girl was taller than the boy, which is a sweet bit of realism that I think most filmmakers wouldn't have admitted. I would have liked to hear more of their penpal letters, and see more of Frances McDormand and Bruce Willis interacting. The latter relationship seemed like shorthand, just a suggestion and "well you know how these things go." Which isn't wrong, really, when you're used to Wes Anderson's world, but I love them both so much I just wanted to see them together a bit more.
As fantastic as the kids were, I was at times more invested in the adults and their panic. I guess that means I'm on the wrong side of the Peter Pan divide these days. Or maybe because it was just obvious from the beginning that this is a happy-ending American fairy tale, not a dark European one where Siegfried and Odette go over the cliff at the end. So the adults seemed to have more at stake--their problems were trivial compared to world-creating young love, and therefore they might actually have been in danger of losing.
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