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"Bottle Rocket's great achievement, really the cornerstone of Anderson's whole career, is there even without any of the bold flourishes. It's in his un-ironic appreciation of genuine wonder, expressed in his characters' heartrending desire for love and understanding. It's there later when Zissou admits that twelve is his favourite age, when Royal embraces his inner child, when the Whitmans shuck off their heavy baggage, when Sam and Suzy declare their beach the Moonrise Kingdom. But it starts with Bottle Rocket.”
—Daniel Reynolds, "Growing Up with Bottle Rocket” (Bright Wall/Dark Room,Issue #11, April 2014)

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"Bottle Rocket's great achievement, really the cornerstone of Anderson's whole career, is there even without any of the bold flourishes. It's in his un-ironic appreciation of genuine wonder, expressed in his characters' heartrending desire for love and understanding. It's there later when Zissou admits that twelve is his favourite age, when Royal embraces his inner child, when the Whitmans shuck off their heavy baggage, when Sam and Suzy declare their beach the Moonrise Kingdom. But it starts with Bottle Rocket.”

—Daniel Reynolds"Growing Up with Bottle Rocket (Bright Wall/Dark Room,Issue #11, April 2014)

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"Dignan appears from a life of quixotic schemes, a world where he is the hero of his own action movie, a leader of men. Owen’s energy is infectious. He was 26 when Bottle Rocket came out, with a crew cut and an incredibly broken nose, but he may just as well have been 13.”


—Daniel Reynolds, "Growing Up with Bottle Rocket (Bright Wall/Dark Room, Issue #11, April 2014)

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Wes Anderson’s original, black & white, 13 minute version of Bottle Rocket.

Anderson’s short film, which he shot in 1992 and distributed two years later, was originally set to star ”real” and established actors but, due to budget issues, the main roles were given to co-screenwriter Owen Wilson and his brother Luke, neither of whom had ever appeared in a film before.

Things worked out okay.

Two years later, with help from early Anderson fan and supporter, James L. Brooks, Bottle Rocket was reworked, reshot, and released as Wes Anderson’s first feature film.

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Related: A Speculative Wes Anderson Filmography (2014-2065)

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Bottle Rocket (1996)

Like a Little Banana: Childhood and Adulthood in Wes Anderson’s Films

by Mills Baker

In Wes Anderson’s movies, one senses a preoccupation with detail that is almost mannered: it is as though the story is told so that the houses, ships, and trains can be built, their colorful, scale-model intricacies reminiscent of the spaces in one’s favorite children’s books. From room to room in the castle of the Tenenbaums, one sees on the walls and shelves, under the bunks and tents, a toy-chest’s worth of objects that intrigue: as when one is young, one wants to explore, one wants to touch and inspect, one is curiously awed. Seeing the decks of the Belafonte reminded me of how I felt about my toys when a boy: every compartment seemed as large and fascinating as a world!

(And how neighborhood children’s toys often seemed like Hennesy’s equipment compared to my Zissou-style oddities).

This is Anderson’s style; he is like a director still fascinated with the treehouses in Swiss Family Robinson. His characters are often partial sketches or simply unbelievable; his stories sometimes seem to involve very little transpiring, although they often verge on a kind of epiphanetic or heroic character transformation, usually deferred; this transformation has something of “childhood’s end” to it, although in keeping with our times the men-children are often far beyond adolescence. But a central reason that his films are so widely-liked, despite the oddity of men with gray hair having teen crises of responsibility, is that his environments touch upon some secret, persistent childhood in audiences and entrance, delight, fascinate. In this, they are a kind of special effect: they make his movies into children’s books. Like the best special effects they serve to amplify themes already present, rather than compensate for something missing.

Bottle Rocket is interesting as an example of Anderson without these effects but with the same themes; whether because it was his first feature-length film or for budgetary reasons, the closest we come to the hyperarticulated little worlds of his later movies is Dignan’s notebook with its plans for “Living into the Next Century.”

Dignan is an excellent reflection of the preoccupations later explored by costlier special effects. He is a strange little world in himself, and a tragicomic world-creator. His mind is like the Belafonte, his plans as detailed, fascinating, absurd, and sui generis as Royal’s home or Max Fischer’s aquarium model. Where does Dignan develop his ideas about the criminal world and Mr. Henry? How does he come to think that the confusion of his Breathe-Rite strips is sound, tactically? Why do we come to believe in Dignan, despite his tyrannical bossiness, his insecurities, his manifest cluelessness, his repeated betrayals of his friends? Like Zissou and Tenenbaum in particular, his egotism, creativity, and eccentricity are what drive the lives of those around him. Because his defects are what catalyze the adventures of his friends –and because of his naïve innocence—we forgive him as we forgive Steve and Royal.

Aside from the characteristically fantastic Dignan, Bottle Rocket contains atypical elements of realism: its portrayal of the idle, stunted Southern male, ever-employed by family friends, is very good, and its rendering of the Southern Preppie, in the person of the inexplicably-named “Future Man,” played by yet another Wilson brother, is the finest I’ve ever seen. In a film comparable to The Big Lebowski for memorable dialogue, Future Man’s scenes are some of the finest, particularly his pitch-perfect evocation of the Texas jock when he laughingly asks, from his Bronco II, if Dignan “used to mow our lawn” and notes that “he looks like a lil’ banana!” Later, Anderson shows admirable restraint when Future Man receives some moderate comeuppance from Mr. Henry but still gets off a self-satisfied snicker as he walks away. Preppies always get the last laugh!

The Southern Preppie (video clip)

Anthony is another more or less plausible character; he serves as an ambassador for the audience. In later Anderson movies, the absence of any reasonable, comprehensible character is sometimes disorienting; watchingThe Darjeeling Limited I anxiously wondered if someone would ever show up to smack some sense into the three main characters, someone capable of commonsensical thought and reason. Anthony does so for Dignan, containing his criminal ambitions, making him return stolen valuables to Anthony’s parents, refusing to cut his hair (prompting Dignan to call him “a damned fool” in the manner of a child impersonating a Confederate soldier). Anthony also supplies some of the better lines in the film, as when he describes his nervous breakdown to an adoring girl, whose fawning he doesn’t notice but which Dignan rather pitifully covets.

Bottle Rocket also features something Anderson was not to return to until The Darjeeling Limited: a group of central characters entirely without the quirkiness, neurosis, precious oddities, and make-believe quality of his principles, and in both cases these emissaries of the real are ethnic minorities. Inez and Rocky are like the Bronx to Anthony and Dignan’s Williamsburg. It’s worth noting, too, that rarely are female characters in Anderson movies as caricatured as the males, but neither are they given much attention; they are often the sole exemplars of human emotion, wisdom, strength, but seem outside the world of the quirky story because of it. It is both a compliment and a marginalizing.

(That Anthony falls in love with Inez problematizes his friendship with Dignan, who like all children and egotists requires complete attention; in a scene which were it not so amusing would be heavy-handed, Dignan hands his firework to Inez, an explicit reference to her symbolic role as Anthony’s graduation from childish plans and into the world of sex, love, and work. Dignan seems to understand this better than Anthony; I always did better than my friends! Some of us get left behind, although the movie later disingenuously suggests that the situation might not be so stark).

Of course, Bottle Rocket also features some peripheral characters of the sort who would comprise such an essential part of later Anderson films: Applejack, Kumar, Anthony’s sister Grace, whose sole scene features the two siblings enacting what sounds like an adult lover’s dialogue (“What’s going to happen to you, Anthony?”), and more, several portrayed by Anderson regulars. The interactions between the Anderson characters and the “ordinary” characters, between Dignan and Inez for example, are like conversations between precocious children and harried adults. They also tend to be extraordinarily funny, partly because translation between the world of the fantasizing child and the prosaic adult is difficult: a central plot point involves Dignan failing to pass along an important declaration of love because he is so immersed in his own universe that he assumes Rocky is “just a mixed up kid,” perhaps not unlike himself.

Eating ice cream cones, planning one’s life with one’s best friend, wearing jumpsuits, driving mopeds, and running around with your gang of friends is something most of us leave behind and look back at longingly. For Anthony and Dignan, arrested development means that in an unspecified time in the recent past, in a Texas suburb of homes where the parents are all away and the kids are at the country club or shooting fireworks from cars, even adventures that conclude with jailtime are harmless fun. Anderson’s movies tend not to depress even when death, violence, or imprisonment occur, and this is because –as in most children’s stories- the real consequences occur outside of the imaginative framework of the protagonists. Walking back into prison, Dignan is still making plans, even if in jest, and it is only the expression he wears as he turns his head that suggests that the Scooby-Doo wrap-up isn’t as neat for him as it seemed.

Slight hints of greater depths suffice here, especially since one is laughing for most of the movie. Indeed, the first time I watched it, I laughed so much that I was actually surprised to notice that at the end I felt real sorrow: amidst the pretending and the daydreaming, I’d not noticed childhood’s end at the chain-link fence.

Mills Baker is a writer living in San Francisco.

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