Moonrise Kingdom


Soo… I appear to be on a Wes Anderson jag again, after revisiting ‘Rushmore’ yesterday. ‘Moonrise Kingdom’ just made me cry a couple of times.

As I was watching it, the weather outside seemed to be matching the film’s conditions though it didn’t hurricane or flood, so far.

Most obviously, it reminds me of the first girl I ever fell in love with. I was considerably older, being fifteen but I was probably less emotionally stable than Sam. She was the first girl I ever wrote a song about. It’s quite good, too!

Oh, and in case you were curious: when they first kiss and when he thanks her at the end.

Rushmore Again

It’s 4.28am and I should have gone to bed early. But instead I just watched ‘Rushmore’ again.

It’s still a magical film and only becomes more so as I age. The notes of regret that Murray passes, well, I hear more of those now.

Miss Cross is, unbelievably, even more beautiful than I remember and now I can love her both as Max and Herman.

If you’ve never seen it, make a little time for it. If you have, go back and say hello, you’re missing it more than you know.