Over the course of his three-decade career, the Royal Tenenbaums filmmaker has perfected a cinema of things \u2013 quaint, ornately designed objects, arranged and displayed on screen with curatorial care. Books; paintings; playbills; typewriters; outfits. Even his actors have often been described as things: articulated mannequins to be marshalled within Anderson\u2019s pastel dollhouse sets. In his two stop-motion efforts, 2009\u2019s Fantastic Mr Fox and 2018\u2019s Isle of Dogs, this comparison was literalised. Detractors say Anderson\u2019s films are twee and inhuman, or (that most blunt of criticisms) pretentious. Admirers \u2013 and there are fervid ones out there \u2013 see a lot more. <\/p>\n
At a glance, \u201cWes Anderson: The Archives\u201d, which showcases hundreds of objects from Anderson\u2019s work, might seem to indulge this idea of the director as objet fetishist. Ever since his second film, Rushmore (1998), Anderson has contractually insisted on being able to preserve the props and costumes for himself, making this collection rich and thorough. There are myriad fascinating miniatures, among them the Grand Budapest Hotel from The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014), an intricate model of the Darjeeling Limited train from The Darjeeling Limited (2007), and the Fantastic Mr Fox puppet from Fantastic Mr Fox. <\/p>\n
You see his sensibility evolve and intensify with swelling budgets: while early films such as Rushmore and The Royal Tenenbaums feature more traditional movie props \u2013 costumes, behind-the-scenes photographs, journals and production ephemera \u2013 his later work explodes with ambition and idiosyncrasy. The section for TheFrench Dispatch (2021) includes 10 huge abstract paintings, weighing 100kg each (painted in the film by Benicio del Toro\u2019s character, and in real life by German-Kiwi artist Sandro Kopp). The section for Asteroid City (2023)features a long run of full-size faux-period vending machines, offering everything from martinis to firearms ammunition. Only The Phoenician Scheme (2025) feels short-changed \u2013 presumably for logistical reasons, with it having only come out this year. (The sprawling picaresque film gets just an alcove with a few cabinets of trinkets.) <\/p>\n
Focus is kept squarely on Anderson\u2019s work: there is no section devoted to his backstory or his childhood growing up in Houston, Texas, the son of an ad man and a real estate agent. We begin instead with Bottle Rocket, his 1996 debut and first of many collaborations with brothers Owen and Luke Wilson. This portion nonetheless contains some of the more intriguing insights into Anderson\u2019s often obscure inner life. There are his personal notebooks, written in preparation for every film, each bearing fastidiously neat, small handwriting. There is a printed budget for his first film, with a (less neatly) handwritten message to his father. (\u201cThis is where your $2,000 went,\u201d he begins.)<\/p>\n
And yet it would be too simple to write off this exhibition \u2013 and, by extension, Anderson\u2019s films \u2013 as simply a cabinet of artisan confections. There is too often a presumption that his obsession with style masks a lack of substance: for the 56-year-old Texan filmmaker, though, style and substance are inextricable. As consistent as his visual aesthetic is his emotional one \u2013 nearly all his films comprise dryly comic character studies of damaged, emotionally dysfunctional men. The worlds they inhabit may seem to be neatly choreographed, symmetrical and colour-coordinated, but his characters contradict this artifice. Life, as they say, finds a way. And this may well be the unifying irony of Anderson\u2019s films. <\/p>\n
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Wes Anderson poses with a miniature of the Grand Budapest Hotel from his 2014 film (Matt Alexander)<\/p>\n
Of course, being an assemblage of collected things, \u201cWes Anderson: The Archives\u201d does not feature this essential ingredient \u2013 the human element. It does, however, try to approximate it via video screens playing excerpts from the films in question, as well as some behind-the-scenes footage. (One particularly endearing video shows Anderson personally demonstrating character movement for animators on Fantastic Mr Fox.) <\/p>\n
Ironically, looking at these actor-less costumes and inert puppets, you can\u2019t help but feel a renewed appreciation for the movement in Anderson\u2019s films, for the oddness and personality that only humans can bring. Anderson is more than his aesthetic, more even than his impeccable craft \u2013 though as this exhibition shows, that craft is a marvel in itself. <\/p>\n