Wes Anderson’s next film is now in pre-production!
It hasn’t yet, however, been announced how long we’ll have to wait to see it.
It will be about dogs though!
But it’ll be entirely in stop motion.
Perhaps the above thought process was very specific to just my brain, but after the critical and financial triumph that was The Grand Budapest Hotel, I was hoping that the follow-up would continue in roughly that movie’s direction (or in Rushmore’s direction; but then I wish everything followed in that perfect movie’s footsteps.) What I wasn’t hoping for was a return to Fantastic Mr Fox territory.
I am fully aware that that territory is by all accounts considered to be pretty great, but to this day Mr Fox remains the only full-length feature of Anderson’s that I haven’t seen all the way through, and that is purely down to the stop motion factor.
I know that this sounds like a silly prejudice, but after trying it out a few times I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s something that — like watching TV sports or dancing while sober — I just do not derive any pleasure from.
It’s not just in movies either. The stop motion outing of Community is the only episode of the show that I haven’t seen. I tried for a minute, but it was like a dull ache behind my eyes. My dislike for the form is compounded on a TV show where I am so used and attuned to seeing the actors’ faces and their full, proper range of emotions. For that to suddenly be warped into an unholy mixture of a familiar voice issuing forth from an otherwise jerky, disconcerting figure is unsettling and unfulfilling.
Anderson movies share this, in that they so often cast a revolving troupe of regular players; and frankly I’m never in a mood where I just want to hear Bill Murray. If Bill Murray’s involved, I want to see Bill fuckin’ Murray.
Another aspect of the production that the internet seems to have picked up on is the fact that Anderson has quite the reputation for always killing the dog, so what that means for a movie where probably 90% of the characters will be canine is anyone’s guess. Maybe he’ll kill the cat.
Then again, I guess there’ll never be another Rushmore, so it doesn’t really matter what happens one way or the other.