The Royal Tenenbaums (Anderson, 2001) — Ten Years Later
I can't quite shake the feeling that the world view that permeates this film genre is that life is an inherently miserable, humiliating experience...that the only joy in it is the supremacy and uniqueness of your particular misery. It's like a proud despair, almost as if the heroic stoicism of the modernists has crumbled and shown beneath it a sickly, pallid, postmodern gilded stoicism that doesn't fool anyone, least of all the people wearing it.