Royal Tenebaums

Director and hipster demigod Wes Anderson needs to stop farting around and turn The Kinks’ The Village Green Preservation Society album into a goddamn movie. We already have the cast culled from Wes Anderson’s usual alumni. Behold! Also musings on the horrors of Coppola nepotism, child absconding witches and the triumph of Bill Murray over the generational gap. Continue reading →