So, awhile back I whined about not really understanding Wes Anderson hype. I think I understand it a little better, to say the least.
Max Fischer’s (Schwartzman) only passion in life is to go to his prep school Rushmore. However, he’s more interested in joining school clubs and putting on plays than doing well in school. His sharp attitude helps him to befriend beleaguered Rushmore-Dad Herman Blume (Murray). Added into the mess, he’s smitten with new teacher Rosemary Cross (Williams) and willing to go to extreme measures to get her affection. Unfortunately, Blume and Rosemary have started dating on the sly.
There’s a lot to like about this movie, but its all the little things about it: the club montage, the elaborate stagings for Max’s plays, the falling-in-love over a Jacques Cousteau quote. It’s all in a weird little world, where things tend towards whimsy and cleverness. But you already know that.
I hate being last to the party on these sorts of things, but writing a movie-blog involves a lot of catch up to be done. There are so many movies out there and only a lifetime to see them in. That doesn’t even account that people have different lives, not even taking into account generation gaps. I feel like Rushmore is a high school movie–that’s when people discover it the most and relate to it the best.
Max is earnest in both good and bad ways, much like the teenagers we’ve all been (or known). He’s passionate, but stupid and really short-sighted. But he is likable, if only for being clever and strangely charming. Compare that to Herman, who’s really a man-child but is also kind, just more world-weary. When it comes down to it, it’s the relationship between these two that bring the movie together.