There are a lot of way you could describe Wes Anderson's latest comedy: Quirky. Poetic. Record-breaking. Precious and self aware to the point that it damn near smothers itself, even. But "blood-stained child pornography" is not one of them.
Before I get into the whole kiddie porn/not kiddie porn thing, let's get this out of the way: You shoud see Moonrise Kingdom this weekend. It's visually sublime and punch-drunkenly funny. Anderson takes his patented directorial style (the controlled kookiness, the smooth pans, the color coordination, the deadpan everything) out for what might be its definitive spin. And aside from a few bizarre narrative stumbles in the last 15 minutes, the movie is a straight shot of single malt wit. Also, the performances are uniformly terrific, with all parties, from Tilda Swinton to Bill M.F. Murray, nimbly straddling the thin line between relatability and utter freakshow.
I'd now like to focus on a scene you're sure to hear a lot about, even from—perhaps especially from—those who haven't bothered to see the movie. The plot centers around Suzy Bishop (Kara Hayward) and Sam Shakusky (Jared Gilman), two New England preteens who run away from respective homes. Suzy is an emotionally disturbed ginger prone to attacking her peers. Sam is a bespectacled, air-rifle savvy orphan who's been duly ostracized by his fellow "khaki scouts."