M. Leary

Submarine (Ayoade, 2011)

The first impulse while watching Submarine is to start thinking about Wes Anderson. It soon becomes clear that this analogy doesn’t quite fit, so you move onto Hal Ashby. This fits a little bit better, but leaves too much wiggle room, so you start thinking about Truffaut. When the san-serifed intertitles, freeze-frames, and Anna Karina […]