The Twee Stigmata of Wes Anderson
At a time when all these elements are easily replicated by AI and memed on social media, what is often called Anderson’s “twee” aesthetic continues to be derided as all style and no substance.
Wes Anderson’s latest feature film Asteroid City (2023) is the purest expression of his signature style yet. Take the first five minutes alone. The film opens with a mock 1950s black-and-white television broadcast in Academy ratio, with the host (played by Bryan Cranston) introducing a live production of a documentary about the creation of the play “Asteroid City.” It is not long before we leave this initial framing story to enter another one in which the playwright Conrad Earp (Edward Norton) introduces the play’s characters, with the actors depicted either directly facing the camera or reading their scripts backstage.
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