Respect to Wes Anderson. He hasn’t made the same movie again. He’s made a kids story that looks like it might have been directed by one of the Tenenbaums. The antiquated stop-motion animation is all texture; the art direction is intense; Clooney and co. deliver the gags with the regularity of Mussolini’s railways. What’s dubious is how well Anderson’s urbaneity will jibe with author Roald Dahl’s fox-eat-chicken universe.
Trailerama: Fantastic Mr. Fox