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By David Poland poland@moviecitynews.com

BYOB is back…

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8 Responses to “BYOB is back…”

  1. EtGuild2 says:

    I agree with Indiewire: Illumination Entertainment is Satanic.

    SING is the most carefully crafted lard sculpture of cross-promotion I’ve ever seen that isn’t already part of a franchise.

  2. Sideshow Bill says:

    Carrying this over from another thread because I’m so happy about it: I could not be more thrilled that Wes Anderson is doing another stop-motion animated film. I love Fantastic Mr. Fox with all my heart. It was a wonderful experience for me and my daughters. I can’t wait until Isle Of Dogs is released. Gonna be a long wait. Anyone else?

  3. Doug R says:

    Tempted to enter the contest where first prize is a trip to London and a voice on “Isle Of Dogs”.

  4. EtGuild2 says:

    FANTASTIC MR. FOX is one of my favorite animated movies of all-time, and my favorite Wes Anderson, so I’m equally thrilled.

  5. Hcat says:

    One of the things I love about Anderson is each time I see one of his films they get more Wes Andersony. After Life Aquatic I thought he had entirely disappeared into his own mind, but then Fantastic Mr. Fox and Moonlight Kingdom was even more so and then Grand Budapest even more so than that. It is wonderful to have a filmmaker working where each time they release something you think “oh wait, thats his masterpiece” and your favorite film of his is constantly shifting depending on which you have seen most recently.

  6. Sideshow Bill says:

    I agree he’s on a great streak. Mr, Fox, Moonrise and Budapest are among if not at the top of my list. We quote Mr. Fox around here all the time, completely randomly. “he’s rabid, with rabies.” That’s a popular one.

  7. Doug R says:

    “Are you cussing with me?”

  8. Sideshow Bill says:

    ^^^^ Excellent.

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