Defending Zissou

I am eagerly awaiting The Darjeeling Express, by Wes Anderson. Hotel Chevalier is definitely worth seeing--13 economical, poetic minutes. (Go to iTunes for the free download.) Chevalier reminded me of Love at Twenty/Antoine and Collette (now at Film Forum) in some ways.

But nearly every writeup of Darjeeling makes a point of slamming The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, one of the finest films ever made. Ah well, the film exists, it is a great meditation on life, death, age, fatherhood, sonhood and lighting fast rescue missions. It hardly needs another blogger to defend it, it stands on its own.

Sick in Bed with a Horrible Summer Cold?

I think I ate some anti-Steven nanobots or E-Coli Soup or something.

Anyway, it sucked, but I caught up on 1% of the 35 billion Charlie Rose shows that are now free online. He needs to change his meds (One suspects too much cough syrup in the mix right now)... But no question he chooses great guests and lets 'em roll.



Wes Anderson was one:


Bill Buford was another: