Wes Anderson's seventh feature is infused with almost featherweight childhood nostalgia, but don't let that deceive you. Moonrise Kingdom is a heartfelt, albeit whimsical, paean to the caprices of first love, longing and youthful escapism told in meticulous cinematic detail and style unrivalled by any director of his league. It's also wonderfully, coolly idiosyncratic.
There's no other director in cinemalandia who does quirky better than Wes Anderson. The man probably consumes 'quirk' for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And then enjoys a bit of whimsy for afters. His latest cinematic dish Moonrise Kingdom looks like from the Signature Anderson Menu - yellow palettes, idiosyncratic humour, slow motion, groovy French soundtrack, childhood brouhaha and Bill Murray. Just don't expect Anderson to make gritty cinéma vérité - this guy sticks to his own style like superglue to a wall. Which makes him just wonderful.
A chilling take on a very unsettling tale of beleaguered motherhood and parental torment. Ramsay's vision opts for a bold, raw aesthetic that brilliantly eschews common book-to-screen tropes. Plus Swinton is so fucking terrific. And you'll never listen to Buddy Holly's 'Every Day' the same way again.