Rushmore (1998)

by Wes Anderson

helped me reach deep down to process parental figures, love, loss, tragedies of fate. rushmore of fantasies and fun. rushmore of stroies and composing. rushmore of first loves, transformations of beauty, complexities of perception and expression. max fischer, rosemare stone, herman blume, dirk calloway, margaret yang. somehow enver fails to remind us of happiness in loss, or even better sitting with the weight of loss, moving forward in it, holding onto moments of resolution in shards of different pipelines.

8.5/10