# the first time seeing rushmore one thought it brilliant and funny but nowadays other movies hold more interest one aspect now plainly realized is that act-tor bill doesn't in fact own the world's most identifiably humane face or whatever they're just another mean hollywooden creep with a permanent well practiced houndog-millionaire expression masquerading as anything actually worth feeling compassionate for in which the ability to express one's immediate unvarnished distrust of faintly insufferable mainstream art house flicks both starring and directed by the once and forever oh so quirky and precocious should be loudly championed to consider such oh so apparently clever flicks more actually just a form of paralyzing designer neurosis and unlived artificiality ir actual job to provide safe non threatening art for aggressively pink fauxhemian bougie neoliberal hipsters heavily invested in quirky deadpan eccentricity rather than actual emotion watch in silent error as aficionados and laminates sashay through life in a fugue state caused by ir own obnoxious anderson-themed smugness engaging detractors in polite well considered terms which makes others want to casually rabbit neck-punch them leary style dear laminates it's ok not to like such movies after all different things make different researchers happy right laminates: those clearly not sophisticated enough to appreciate such cinematic genius henry swanson: arrrg the penchant for gently melancholic undertones stakeless coming of age themes and unearned nostalgia talk about privilege masquerading as aesthetic choice a sense of superficial intrigue resulting from unique quirks rather than any actual human qualities complexities and failings willingly immersed in the suffocating colour and bs detail of expertly crafted airless worlds and ir apocalyptically whimsical tone stuffed with deadpan hu-mour a monotone vibe and 'quirky' characters positioned symmetrically in front of a table of irrelevant and confusing objects endeavor to enjoy the pastel hellscape of soulless hand crafted nihilistic artisanal puritanism alone and keep one's fawning zombie trap shut update: a new law recently passed in 'republic of bob' the alternative internets as luxury lifestyle whatever makes such flicks perfectly legal to watch what's not legal is to unceasingly yap about them to fellow film goers with wider tastes interested in anything outside smug displays of unchallenged privilege in a refined atmosphere of airless claustrophobia luckily the entire world doesn't act like it's a professionally bookish prudish woebegone tennis-playing childhood prodigy scored by the kinks and nico if only rosemary and fisher had taken turns to eat arts - now that's a tightly cropped mis en scene worth considering // republic of bob