Oh, Wes

The boys who work at our Starbucks (I understand that this sounds awful, in both the admission that we have a Starbucks we frequent and the implicit "porny" setup of the phrasing) are big movie buffs and we all awaited the arrival of Moonrise Kingdom with fervant anticipation.  So when I've been asked how I liked it, I hesitate to tell them the full truth, which includes the ideas that a.) there are so many scenes so crammed full of cute little gewgaws and excessive details that it's exhausting and (my real gripe) b.) that old Wes is turning into the loathesome Tim Burton, what with the ridiculous "lightning strikes kid" effect and the Nightmare-Before-whatever silhouette effect at climax when Bruce is holding some dangling kids from a church steeple.

Now I see that the emBurtoning of Wes Anderson is destined to continue as he gets the ultimate eccentric accessory Johnny Depp to be in his next flick.

Oh, well, it was nice while it lasted!