For those that really want to hate Wes Anderson and his sad rich kids but can’t because his style is impeccable, I empathize. While you giddily await his new tragic tweens in love film, here’s 40 seconds of pure Wes POV bliss to hold you over.
This dizzy little supercut is super coordinated, with some choice, heavily stylized, meticulously propped overhead POV’s plucked and arranged by page turning, envelope tearing, looking, fingering, with a bit of slicing from The Royal Tenenbaums at the end. Not as cathartic as, say, the God’s Eye View Supercut, but enjoyable.
Ah, pretty pretty pretty.