Bill Groundhog Day Ghostbustin'-ass Murray stars in this Weird with a capital WIE flicker about a phony marine wildlife documentary film-maker. Wes Anderson reassembles the team who made The Royal Tennenbaums and Rushmore with him, but peels off the wall considerably more than that bit of wallpaper what used to hang down high up near the skylight above the stairs of my old Victorian house in Bellevue Crescent. What they come up with is refreshing in the way that being sprayed with salt water standing at the stern of a boat doing 30 knots through rough seas would be refreshing; but also a bit annoying and slightly uncomfortable. It's funny - but mainly in the whaddafu' crinkled brow sort of way. I like the wee CGI animals that keep moseying around, getting flicked off Steve Zissou's wrist as he sits down to talk to someone.
Nugget: can you make a good film by making a film about someone who makes bad films? Oh yeah, and does Wes Anderson have a deal with Adidas? First Ben Stiller's tracky madness in Tennenbaums, now Zissou's custom mades. What's that all about?