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	<title>Comments on: Happy Birthday, Marco</title>
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	<description>the tao that can be blogged is not the eternal tao</description>
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		<title>By: Ezra</title>
		<link>http://realfake.org/blog/2007/03/23/happy-birthday-marco/#comment-13647034969908858042</link>
		<dc:creator>Ezra</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Mar 2007 20:28:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>But yeah, I think you're right that we can probably agree, we're just dwelling on parts of the story that resonate for us. 

I don't see why my interpretation makes me a cynic, though.  What's so cynical about going to insane lengths to get a girl to like you? (Though now we're going into &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; autobiography here...) 

Also, Terri, I don't know if he really accepts Margaret as a girlfriend. I think to some extent she just proves herself as a worthy leading lady for his productions. And she does pull him out of his funk ("Dirk. Take dictation. Possible members of a kite flying club. Margaret Yang, ..."</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>But yeah, I think you&#8217;re right that we can probably agree, we&#8217;re just dwelling on parts of the story that resonate for us. </p>
<p>I don&#8217;t see why my interpretation makes me a cynic, though.  What&#8217;s so cynical about going to insane lengths to get a girl to like you? (Though now we&#8217;re going into <em>my</em> autobiography here&#8230;) </p>
<p>Also, Terri, I don&#8217;t know if he really accepts Margaret as a girlfriend. I think to some extent she just proves herself as a worthy leading lady for his productions. And she does pull him out of his funk (&#8221;Dirk. Take dictation. Possible members of a kite flying club. Margaret Yang, &#8230;&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Marco</title>
		<link>http://realfake.org/blog/2007/03/23/happy-birthday-marco/#comment-13647034969908858035</link>
		<dc:creator>Marco</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Mar 2007 18:15:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ok Toby, I see the convergence...that is to say, I see where both of our interpretations can meet and still retain their validity. Looking at the scene again (video is working now) your suspicions that Max has stage managed this whole affair is not off-base. The big clue is that he cues the DJ to play "Ooh Lah Lah". I had forgotten that.

If I'm reading you correctly, and maybe I haven't, then your view of the ending is more cynical than mine and I truly don't want to see any cynicism in the ending. That moment between Max and Ms. Cross strikes me less as an "I told you so" moment engineered by Max, but rather as a moment where both characters silently recognize their mutual affection and attraction for one another while acknowledging the impossibility of ever conumating that attraction, physically or emotionally. 

Thus, Max has his (in your words) Clockwork Orange "I was cured all right" moment while still preserving the forgiveness and acceptance I've come to expect in Anderson's work.

I think this parallels the even more doomed romance of Richie and Margot Tenenbaum.

Margot: I think we're just going to have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that, Richie.

They look at each other for a long minute. Richie nods. Margot turns away and goes out the tent.

On that note, I'm off to enjoy my birthday which I will celebrate by trying to be as non-analytical as possible.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ok Toby, I see the convergence&#8230;that is to say, I see where both of our interpretations can meet and still retain their validity. Looking at the scene again (video is working now) your suspicions that Max has stage managed this whole affair is not off-base. The big clue is that he cues the DJ to play &#8220;Ooh Lah Lah&#8221;. I had forgotten that.</p>
<p>If I&#8217;m reading you correctly, and maybe I haven&#8217;t, then your view of the ending is more cynical than mine and I truly don&#8217;t want to see any cynicism in the ending. That moment between Max and Ms. Cross strikes me less as an &#8220;I told you so&#8221; moment engineered by Max, but rather as a moment where both characters silently recognize their mutual affection and attraction for one another while acknowledging the impossibility of ever conumating that attraction, physically or emotionally. </p>
<p>Thus, Max has his (in your words) Clockwork Orange &#8220;I was cured all right&#8221; moment while still preserving the forgiveness and acceptance I&#8217;ve come to expect in Anderson&#8217;s work.</p>
<p>I think this parallels the even more doomed romance of Richie and Margot Tenenbaum.</p>
<p>Margot: I think we&#8217;re just going to have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that, Richie.</p>
<p>They look at each other for a long minute. Richie nods. Margot turns away and goes out the tent.</p>
<p>On that note, I&#8217;m off to enjoy my birthday which I will celebrate by trying to be as non-analytical as possible.</p>
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		<title>By: Marco</title>
		<link>http://realfake.org/blog/2007/03/23/happy-birthday-marco/#comment-13647034969908857962</link>
		<dc:creator>Marco</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Mar 2007 07:21:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for remembering.

I never meant to suggest that you were wrong with a capital W. I just prefer my reading. The film can support both views. Plus I don't think I'm TOTALLY wrong about the film or Anderson's films in general. I think certain aspects of the films just resonate more strongly with you than they do with me and vice-versa. One might as well argue that the grey-blues are more important than the blue-greys in one of Picasso's Blue Period paintings. Besides, I should know better than to argue with such a world-class contrarion.

I may have come across as too harsh on Max. It's not that he's without good qualities and he still has his whole future ahead of him. I'm just glad that he stopped trying so hard to be someone he's not. I'm sure that we can both agree that by the end Max is more confident and comfortable with who he is.

Royal does change. True, his first instinct is to rely on his old methods of lying and manipulation but by the end he comes to realize how much he genuinely loves and needs his family. He acknowledges his mistakes, he takes the kids to the graveyard, he gives Ari and Uzi a chance to experience some of the simple pleasures of a carefree childhood, he finally treats Margot like a daughter, he makes peace with Henry and finally grants Ethel a divorce so that she can marry the man she loves but not before thanking her for raising their children. He doesn't become or even claim to be an altogether new man, just a better one. I suppose the same could be said for Anderson's other protagonists.

Royal: I've always been considered an asshole for about as long as I can remember. That's just my style. But I'd really feel blue if I didn't think you were going to forgive me. 
Henry Sherman: I don't think you're an asshole, Royal. I just think you're kind of a son of a bitch. 
Royal: Well, I really appreciate that. 

Oh, and the video is "no longer available" according to YouTube.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for remembering.</p>
<p>I never meant to suggest that you were wrong with a capital W. I just prefer my reading. The film can support both views. Plus I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;m TOTALLY wrong about the film or Anderson&#8217;s films in general. I think certain aspects of the films just resonate more strongly with you than they do with me and vice-versa. One might as well argue that the grey-blues are more important than the blue-greys in one of Picasso&#8217;s Blue Period paintings. Besides, I should know better than to argue with such a world-class contrarion.</p>
<p>I may have come across as too harsh on Max. It&#8217;s not that he&#8217;s without good qualities and he still has his whole future ahead of him. I&#8217;m just glad that he stopped trying so hard to be someone he&#8217;s not. I&#8217;m sure that we can both agree that by the end Max is more confident and comfortable with who he is.</p>
<p>Royal does change. True, his first instinct is to rely on his old methods of lying and manipulation but by the end he comes to realize how much he genuinely loves and needs his family. He acknowledges his mistakes, he takes the kids to the graveyard, he gives Ari and Uzi a chance to experience some of the simple pleasures of a carefree childhood, he finally treats Margot like a daughter, he makes peace with Henry and finally grants Ethel a divorce so that she can marry the man she loves but not before thanking her for raising their children. He doesn&#8217;t become or even claim to be an altogether new man, just a better one. I suppose the same could be said for Anderson&#8217;s other protagonists.</p>
<p>Royal: I&#8217;ve always been considered an asshole for about as long as I can remember. That&#8217;s just my style. But I&#8217;d really feel blue if I didn&#8217;t think you were going to forgive me.<br />
Henry Sherman: I don&#8217;t think you&#8217;re an asshole, Royal. I just think you&#8217;re kind of a son of a bitch.<br />
Royal: Well, I really appreciate that. </p>
<p>Oh, and the video is &#8220;no longer available&#8221; according to YouTube.</p>
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		<title>By: Ezra</title>
		<link>http://realfake.org/blog/2007/03/23/happy-birthday-marco/#comment-13647034969908857947</link>
		<dc:creator>Ezra</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Mar 2007 04:58:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>And Oedipus is wearing a corduroy toga.</description>
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		<title>By: Ezra</title>
		<link>http://realfake.org/blog/2007/03/23/happy-birthday-marco/#comment-13647034969908857944</link>
		<dc:creator>Ezra</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Mar 2007 04:54:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I'm in love with my Quixote/Oedipus analogy.

Oedipus as staged by Wes Anderson: Oedipus finds out the truth about himself, but decides he's OK with it, stays married to his mother, convinces the city that it's OK. "Spill the Wine" by War is playing as the  end credits go up, while we see scenes of their big anniversary party.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m in love with my Quixote/Oedipus analogy.</p>
<p>Oedipus as staged by Wes Anderson: Oedipus finds out the truth about himself, but decides he&#8217;s OK with it, stays married to his mother, convinces the city that it&#8217;s OK. &#8220;Spill the Wine&#8221; by War is playing as the  end credits go up, while we see scenes of their big anniversary party.</p>
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		<title>By: Terri</title>
		<link>http://realfake.org/blog/2007/03/23/happy-birthday-marco/#comment-13647034969908857943</link>
		<dc:creator>Terri</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Mar 2007 04:44:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>One more thing... in both Rushmore and the Royal Tenenbaums, the main characters figure out what's going on... they start to understand why people react to them in a certain way--they get the ability to see themselves a little bit as others see them.  That might change their behavior a little, but the perspective doesn't change who they essentially are.  Max doesn't lose his weird creativity or his spark or his quirkiness.  He accepts Margaret but he doesn't stop pining after Miss Cross.  Royal Tenenbaum understands how he's pushed his family away and he tries to bring them back together, but as Ez has written, he doesn't stop being basically a bit of a scheming, lying ass.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One more thing&#8230; in both Rushmore and the Royal Tenenbaums, the main characters figure out what&#8217;s going on&#8230; they start to understand why people react to them in a certain way&#8211;they get the ability to see themselves a little bit as others see them.  That might change their behavior a little, but the perspective doesn&#8217;t change who they essentially are.  Max doesn&#8217;t lose his weird creativity or his spark or his quirkiness.  He accepts Margaret but he doesn&#8217;t stop pining after Miss Cross.  Royal Tenenbaum understands how he&#8217;s pushed his family away and he tries to bring them back together, but as Ez has written, he doesn&#8217;t stop being basically a bit of a scheming, lying ass.</p>
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		<title>By: Terri</title>
		<link>http://realfake.org/blog/2007/03/23/happy-birthday-marco/#comment-13647034969908857941</link>
		<dc:creator>Terri</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Mar 2007 04:39:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thing is, I can't help thinking that the movie is somewhat autobiographical... so of course he'd give himself his little fantasy at the end.  

Ez, your last big paragraph is right on.  In the end, it's not about all the details you two have fussed over.  It's about the crazy wonderfulness of life, which is a messy, weird, changing, very funny thing.  And it's the musings and mostly the fantasies of a crazy smart kid who grew up and got people to like him and climb aboard his careening party ship.  Quit deconstructing the ship and just climb aboard.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thing is, I can&#8217;t help thinking that the movie is somewhat autobiographical&#8230; so of course he&#8217;d give himself his little fantasy at the end.  </p>
<p>Ez, your last big paragraph is right on.  In the end, it&#8217;s not about all the details you two have fussed over.  It&#8217;s about the crazy wonderfulness of life, which is a messy, weird, changing, very funny thing.  And it&#8217;s the musings and mostly the fantasies of a crazy smart kid who grew up and got people to like him and climb aboard his careening party ship.  Quit deconstructing the ship and just climb aboard.</p>
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