Release: Friday, May 25, 2012 (limited)
My complaint about this release is that it was not wide. I had to seriously try hard to find a theater that was playing it. Then, when I made a plan to see it I wound up going to the wrong theater at first and nearly missed the showtime. These trials were worth it though. I thank Wes Anderson for getting me in such a state of excitement.
Ha-ha. Moonrise Kingdom. Writing about it is almost a nostalgic process. For that I give credit to writers Wes Anderson and Roman Coppola, for depicting a very young couple who fall in love on an estranged New England island. Maybe its the binoculars focusing every now and again throughout the film, or maybe its the moon; whatever it is leaves one feeling warm as they exit the theater, causes the audience to, maybe for the first time in a long while, actually care for the protagonists.
Sam (Jared Gilman) and Suzy (Kara Hayward), both fugitives from their own families — Sam’s being adoptive as his biological parents had died a long time ago — strike out on a journey across the island of New Penzance to seek a life together, but in so doing cause the adults to branch out on a search party to rescue/remand the two. The plot is spruced up by brilliant performances from Bruce Willis, the local island cop; Bill Murray (Walt Bishop, who is Suzy’s rather lifeless father); Frances McDormand (her mother) and perhaps that which cannot be emphasized enough: Edward Norton, as Scout Master Ward.
In the first few opening scenes, Moonrise Kingdom reveals a slightly skewed world where kids rule and the adults, well not so much. It’s an hilarious compromise, another reminder of what its like watching a Wes Anderson feature. It’s like being part of a club or even, the Khaki Scouts where you have to let go of your preconceived notions about the functionality of really short boys’ shorts or an absurdly unbalanced tree house construction. These are enviable traits of a filmmaker who pays attention to detail.
Detractors from Anderson’s work say this film is another copy of his other films, simply with filler content and characters. Unfortunately for them, that’s the best argument they have with this film. That, and maybe the inclusion of a couple of cheesy animations (the lightning bolt and the static shock-kiss). Anderson’s usual tricks and secrets may indeed be there in Moonrise, but they gel so well together in the barely-ninety-minute affair that its more like a dream when its over than an actual movie.
The incorporation of beautiful cinematography and a very odd orchestral arrangements serving as the chief soundtrack do blend nicely for the feature, perhaps elevating its estrangedness, all ignoring the fact that the movie does take place on an island possibly off the coast of Maine — already a remote enough location. In order to add some sense of grounding to civilization, it was ingeniously decided upon that there would be a narrator (the wonderful Bob Balaban) who becomes about as iconic and intriguing as the girl behind the binoculars.
It could take awhile for some people to come around to seeing this movie or to appreciate the genius behind its romanticism, its heartfelt conception and ultimate execution, or may take them forever. It doesn’t matter. That will obviously bare truth in the tangibles, in the lower numbers it will produce at the box office (although ranked slightly higher right now on Rotten Tomatoes than when The Avengers hit theaters). Then again, that’s a site full of harsh critics, some in moods and a lot of them bad ones. And that also doesn’t take note of the fact that one was a wide-release and one was not.
Though it makes no attempt to break out of the Wes Andersonian film school noir, Moonrise Kingdom makes a profound revisitation of childhood and intelligently ignores the conventional examination done by the grown ups by essentially painting them all as the children in this world.
Recommendation: No cult-classic pretense here. This one is good for the soul. Those who have seen other films by him are bound to instantly love, while those newcomers are in for a warm enchanting tale. Either way it’s probably not possible to leave with a frown on one’s brow. Getting struck by lightning, it turns out, is really that funny.
Running Time: 93 mins.
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