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Friday Happy: A little nonsense now and then

So hipsters apparently hate Wes Anderson for his brand


of corduroy shellacked, indie coopting and twee spewing. Perhaps this was justified as the decline in quality of his movies (and American Express commercial) in recent years has been noticeable.

But right now, don’t hate. Appreciate. Because The Fantastic Mr. Fox is a triumph, and Inverted Soapbox Heartily Endorses you going to see it.

Part of the reason it succeeds so well is that it uses the stylized talents of Anderson as a vehicle to let the speculative forces of Roald Dahl’s imagination push through. The film is funny and sweet, intelligent and creative in ways we haven’t seen in any films by Anderson (or any other director). Sitting in the theater last weekend, the first indication that everything with this movie is going to be all right is the opening shot and title card: a stop motion but realistic-looking hardcover version of the Dahl book looking like it was pulled directly from the shelves of my elementary school library, its Dewey Decimal System code visible on its spine.  Continue reading

Inverted Soapbox heartily endorses…

…Halloween on a Saturday in New York City.


Because both this:

and this:

are totally acceptable. (photos via Brooklyn Vegan)

Also, by far the most common costume I saw in New York City 2009: MJ? Max? swine flu? Balloon Boy? Nope — Merlotte’s waitress. Well done, ladies.

Inverted Soapbox heartily endorses…


A semi-regular space to send praise toward things this blog and all its illustrious staff approve of and wish to foster.

Inverted Soapbox heartily endorses:

the return of flannel to the realm of our acceptable national fashion nomenclature.

via Fuck Yeah Men in Plaid


Because I was born just a little too late to be part of this generation that I so desperately coveted:

It's like, this thing, you know?

Grunge. Gen X. What a time. And flannel is, like, just this super comfortable whatever that’s warm or something and, like, adaptable. And you don’t have to think about it. You just don’t get it, ok.