The Movie that Made Me Long for Gregory’s Girl
So I wanted to break up my current serial watching of Mike Leigh movies with something more lighthearted and my eyes fell on the Wes Anderson movie Rushmore, which stood unwatched on a shelf.
It surely seemed to be a safe choice. I recalled The Darjeeling Limited, which I liked a lot. And I’ve always had a soft spot for Bill Murray, particularly in Lost in Translation and Broken Flowers. Add to this a lot of praise (this movie tops the top-five list of 1998 of several Filmspotting forum dwellers) and you can imagine my expectations were pretty high.
However for some reason this movie just didn’t click with me. There were some funny moments in it but as a whole… meh. This movie is – I don’t know how what to call it, cartoonish maybe? – and I don’t quite get it. I can’t put my finger on why, but it somehow lacks heart and soul to me.
There’s just surface and no desire, no fire, nothing that makes me feel or think or laugh or nod or feel unsettled, basically get ANY kind of reaction. It could of course also be that I’m too old, that this is the next generation of moviemaking, targeting an entirely different audience than me? Maybe I’m missing out some references, maybe I just need some explanations from a fan in order to appreciate it better?
The nicest thing I could say was that there was something in the attitude, the unstoppable optimism of the main character wanting to conquer the object for his affection, that reminded me a little, just a little bit of Bill Forsyth’s Gregory’s Girl, which is a true gem, actually one of my favorite movies. However, being reminded of this I couldn’t help thinking that I’d rather be watching that movie once again than spending time on Rushmore, so it didn’t make me any happier.
Rushmore (Anderson, US, 1998) My rating: 3/5