“What am I doing with my life?” I would wonder as I threw their poopy underwear in the washing machine. I had a college degree! Two months ago I was traveling to conferences and giving presentations on Twitter! I used to make car payments and go out to nice dinners!
By 2004’s The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, Anderson had turned his gaze a bit more starboard. Still, it’s hard not to see this Dick-cum-Respiro tale as the magnificent Anderson’s own meta-evolution.
I love Metric. Many people do, and justly so. But be aware that if you listen to them while reclining on the chipped enamel of your bath under a dim, fly-spotted bulb, you will feel like the protagonist of a twenty-minute short about heroin addiction, badly edited by a film student from Montreal.
I come from a land of rice paddies and lotus flowers, of corrugated tin roofs and occasional air raids. A land of teeth stained red from betel leaves, of gold bangles and bright silk, of merchant vendors and henna tattoos.