Rushmore

“Just remember, they can buy anything but they can't buy backbone. Don't let them forget it.” There’s something beautiful in picking apart somebody’s early career and appreciating the evolution of their style. This movie plants the seeds that grew into Wes’s unique style, and, in all honesty, this is genuinely better than a lot of his other works. It’s oddly charming, and dangerously relatable, which is a nice break from his usual ‘eccentric dollhouse’ aesthetic (PLEASE don’t perceive this as me disliking his works. I still love them incredibly.) Schwartzman and Murray probably didn’t know what they were getting themselves into, signing up to be apart of a Wes movie, but they hopefully don’t regret a thing looking back. They’re brilliant in this and continue to be for the rest of Anderson’s career. The movie itself speaks volumes to me, as I have been a die-hard theatre kid for the better part of my life. I’ve also dedicated my life to pursuing a variety of hobbies. This is MY Diary of a Wimpy Kid.