Hour long piece made for TV.
A dark humored, wonderful, gently surreal self-portrait of the artist as a cranky old man.
Documentary in style, but clearly staged, it has some wonderful moments of dark wit, and sadness as it looks at old age and the brevity of life. As with all of Anderson's best work (and I do think this ranks among his best work) he has a skewed gaze all his own that invites us to examine how we see things - including, in this case, ourselves, our friendships, our accomplishments, our failures.
Anderson's ability to make his very personal point-of-view universal and entertaining at the same time is what makes him such a special film-maker, able to bridge the experimental and challenging, and the simply pleasurable.
A dark humored, wonderful, gently surreal self-portrait of the artist as a cranky old man.
Documentary in style, but clearly staged, it has some wonderful moments of dark wit, and sadness as it looks at old age and the brevity of life. As with all of Anderson's best work (and I do think this ranks among his best work) he has a skewed gaze all his own that invites us to examine how we see things - including, in this case, ourselves, our friendships, our accomplishments, our failures.
Anderson's ability to make his very personal point-of-view universal and entertaining at the same time is what makes him such a special film-maker, able to bridge the experimental and challenging, and the simply pleasurable.