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Saturday, April 29, 2006

What's the secret, Max?

Mr. Blume pulls up in a brand new black Bentley.
MAX:
Mr. Blume!
Max goes over to Mr. Blume's car.
MAX: It's Max Fischer.
MR. BLUME (weary): Hi, Max.
They shake hands through the open car window.
MAX: How's the concrete business?
MR. BLUME: Oh, I don't know. By the time you hit 45 you've been f***ed over so many times you don't really care anymore.
MAX: I'm sorry to hear that.
Mr. Blume sighs deeply. He stares out the windshield.
MR. BLUME: What's the secret, Max?
MAX: The secret?
MR. BLUME: Yeah. You look like you've got it all figured out.
MAX (pause): I don't know. I think you just gotta find something you love to do, then do it for the rest of your life.
(shrugs) For me, it's going to Rushmore.

Max looks very serious. Mr. Blume smiles and nods.


She's my Rushmore, Max

1 Comments:

Blogger Slag said...

I too am a big fan of Wes Anderson.

Interestingly, this is the only Wes Anderson movie that does not have Owen Wilson in an on camera role (although he and Anderson acknowledged on the DVD audio commentary that the photographs of Ms. Cross's dead husband, Edward Appleby, are actually Wilson as a boy).

While The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou co-stars Owen Wilson, it is the only Wes Anderson movie in which he does not share a writing credit with Wilson.

Rushmore is my favorite Wes Anderson movie; The Life Aquatic...my least favorite.

My conclusion, Wilson on-screen bad, Wilson off-screen good,

Therefore my message to Owen Wilson is this: Hey Dupree, we get it, you play the stoner/slacker/skaterboy we knew in college, all grown up and crashing weddings or over staying your welcome at a friend's house.

But you actually have a gift for writing, with nuanced characterizations and interesting, unique plot lines.

No remembers Orson Welles for the-gun-for-hire actor/pitchman he was forced to become, he is remembered for what he created artistically as a writer and director.

The world isn't going to run out of You, Me and Dupreee-esque comedies, but we are certainly in short supply of Rushmore's.

Now get your hachet-face off the screen and back to the keyboard!

Sincerely, your critic-at-large,

Slag

July 26, 2006  

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