Writer/director Wes Anderson, who drives me crazy with his fetishistic obsession with props and costumes, daddy issues, and overall twee-ness, has found a forum where these weaknesses are turned into strengths, or at least neutralized: animation.
His live-action movies, including The Royal Tenembaums and The Life Aquatic, are now much less insufferable, because now I will pretend I am watching stop-motion animated puppets, instead of Bill Murray and Owen Wilson and their stilted dialog.
Emily, Henry, and I saw TFMF on the Monday after MLK Day with a theater-ful of parents, babies, and young children, at the Arlington Capitol Theater's "Baby Friendly Movie" 1 p.m. matinee. I was pleasantly surprised that the young children were completely riveted by, and mostly silent during, the movie. Some babies cried occasionally, but not to the point where I could not follow the film. I was expecting to be entirely distracted. Instead, I had a great time.