In the interest of full disclosure, let me confess that no movie this year has given me more joy than “Moonrise Kingdom” (Universal).
Wes Anderson has made a career exploring the childhood neuroses that keep adult characters in an arrested state of adolescence and stasis. It’s been a lively career with creatively energetic high points like “Rushmore” and “The Royal Tennenbaums” but an approach with diminishing returns. Until “Fantastic Mr. Fox,” a film that refracted his portraits of dysfunctional families and modern anxieties through a storybook world.
In “Moonrise Kingdom,” Anderson finally builds a film around the troubled kids themselves. Kara Hayward’s Suzy, a book-loving loner with anger issues, and Jared Gilman’s Sam, an eccentric orphan out of step with his fellow Khaki Scouts, are two misfit adolescents who instantly recognize the other as a kindred soul and run away together into the wilds of a New England island. Which, admittedly, makes escape a little difficult, what with a small army of Khaki scout trackers and a storm on the way.
It’s funny, it’s playful, it’s full of nostalgic blasts and period trappings, but most of all it is loving: accepting of the headstrong kids determined to find their place in the world, forgiving of the oblivious adults around them, affectionate in its storybook imagery and narrative playfulness.