"Rather than develop as a storyteller, Anderson appeared to have floated off to an adolescent never-never land where everyone wears Lacoste, colorful and quirky toys abound, and a vintage emo soundtrack gets piped in whenever a little poignancy is required—a Michael Jackson ranch for the Salinger set."
In Slate, Field Maloney ponders the end of the Wes Anderson-Owen Wilson writing partnership.
"Instead, they contemplate their upcoming projects with more trepidation than battlefield generals. The Eccentrics seem to be guarding their personal ideas so jealously that it sometimes suggests a creative block. The eternity of anticipation has frustrated those film lovers who look to certain artists to provide the Great American Movie."
And in light of Anderson's 2006 American Express commericial, Armond White in Slate wonders why Anderson and similar directors have produced so few films.
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