S. Zweig (1881-1942)
This is a step down from his masterpiece, the Moonrise Kingdom. But if Wes Anderson were to produce masterpiece after masterpiece who would he then be? A freaking Fellini? Everything which is organic and sensual in Moonrise here is visceral and invented. Ours (and which is much worse) his emotional connection to his characters is tenuous as the pre-War life he nostalgically adores and even understands, to a certain degree, but never is capable to emotionally connect with. His cinematic imagery is falls flat wandering in the snowy expanses of the Eastern Europe.
