
2018 · Wes Anderson
In the future, an outbreak of canine flu leads the mayor of a Japanese city to banish all dogs to an island used as a garbage dump. The outcasts must soon embark on an epic journey when a 12-year-old boy arrives on the island to find his beloved pet.
dir. Wes Anderson · 2018
Wes Anderson's second stop-motion feature imagines a near-future Japanese archipelago where a dog-hating dynastic mayor exiles every canine to an island of garbage, and a twelve-year-old boy flies out to retrieve his bodyguard-dog. The premise is a fable of scapegoating and propaganda; the telling is Anderson at his most formally audacious. Japanese characters speak untranslated Japanese while the dogs speak deadpan American English (Bryan Cranston, Edward Norton, Jeff Goldblum), a device that pins the viewer's sympathies to the exiled — though the film's use of Japan as aesthetic playground drew real debate about whose story frames whose. The craft is staggering: over a thousand puppets, trash-heap dioramas of sorted refuse arranged like Cornell boxes, sushi prepared onscreen in one hypnotic cut-by-cut sequence, and open homages to Kurosawa's brooding mid-century cityscapes and Hokusai's waves. Alexandre Desplat's taiko-drum score won him wide acclaim, and Anderson took the Silver Bear for Best Director at the Berlinale. Every fight is a rolling cartoon dust-cloud with legs poking out — proof that his fastidiousness and his slapstick were never opposites.
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