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I still might be a
little too shaken to write about how damn disappointing Wes
Anderson’s The
Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou is.
Worth neglecting Blade: Trinity and Spanglish
to see? Absolutely.
Worth mentioning in the same breath as Anderson’s Rushmore
or The
Royal Tenenbaums? Absolutely
not.
Aquatic,
Anderson’s first venture without co-star Owen Wilson credited
as a writer, still features that filmmakers' hallmark standards
which we’ve grown to know and love over the years: The sets
are impeccably and obsessively dressed, the soundtrack is
uncannily appropriate, the comedy continues to brilliantly flirt
with absurdist minimalism, and the performances are practically
unequalled. But the
story, penned by Anderson and triple-indie loser Noah Baumbach (Kicking & Screaming, Mr.
Jealousy, Highball),
lacks both the emotional oomph and overall cohesiveness of Rushmore and Tenenbaums.
Aquatic
is about a team of underwater explorers who make exciting
discoveries (on par with the Tenenbaums’
367th Street Y) and present them in a series of The
Undersea World of Jacques Cousteau kind of documentary
films. The squad
– called Team Zissou, after leader Steve Zissou (Bill Murray, Lost
in Translation) – have matching outfits, from their
red knit hats to their sneakers, and do their thing on a used
military vessel called The
Belafonte. Think of a more diverse, deep sea version of Cecil B. Demented’s Sprocketholes, and
you’re in the right neighborhood.
Team Zissou, however,
has seen finer days. Their
ship and its instruments are hysterical dated, their funding has
been slashed, and Steve’s wife, Eleanor (Tenenbaums’
Anjelica Huston) – widely believed to be the brains behind the
organization – is about to take up with her ex-husband (Jeff
Goldblum, Igby
Goes Down), who also happens to be Steve’s biggest
rival. To make
matters even worse, Steve’s partner and best friend Esteban (Tenenbaums’
Saymour Cassel) was, on their last mission, eaten by what is
believed to be a jaguar shark.
No less vengeful than
Captain Ahab, Steve and his eclectic crew set off to find the
Esteban-eating shark to destroy it.
Possibly with dynamite.
For revenge. They get funding from a pilot from Kentucky (Wilson, Starsky
& Hutch) who has recently learned he is Steve’s
illegitimate son. So
Steve and crew, along with a magazine reporter (Cate Blanchett, The
Missing) and a bond company stooge (Bud Cort, The
Big Empty) set off on an adventure that none of them
will forget.
Sounds pretty fricking
huge and complicated, don’t it?
What follows gets points for slyly mocking reality
television and the new wave of documentary filmmaking, not to
mention to incredible cut-away of The
Belafonte, which enables viewers to see all of the ship’s
compartments at once (even the sauna, complete with full-time
masseuse). Murray
is, as always, perfect as the impossibly gruff Steve (impossible
because of the full-time masseuse and non-stop dope smoking),
and Willem Dafoe (The
Clearing) is the standout from Aquatic’s
huge supporting cast. If
you don’t count the guy (Seu Jorge, City
of God) who does little but play acoustic covers of
David Bowie classics sung in Portuguese, anyway.
Writing
about Aquatic is
making me want to see it again, to give it another change.
But based on the first viewing, it failed to repetitively
touch a nerve. It
poked around some nerves for a while, but then got too cutesy
for its own good.
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