I finally took the time to watch Mike's copy of Rushmore. It wasn't the first time I'd seen it (yes, I shall now flaunt my superiority and say I saw it at the theater), but I hadn't viewed it in far too long. I cannot even begin to articulate my love for Wes Anderson's work. At the same time, I hate him, because I know that in a million years I could never create anything as beautiful.