Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My husband and I watched "Isle of Dogs" by Wes Anderson last night. We'd only seen it once before, and, though I love Anderson, it's for his design and visuals, as there is not any real message in his films. They present a pseudo-adolescent point of view, and though joyous, do not exactly speak to me at my age. But this one isn't even joyous, and the dismal plot and inferences to the Holocaust are distasteful. Looking at the dogs is painful, and from my point of view the Japanese language, references and setting are racist. I won't watch it again, but then my taste for his movies has diminished over time. He's an artist, but I'm not the comic book affectionado it requires to sink into his stories. He's unique, and probably a lot less flawed than Terence Malick, but Malick has produced some absolute masterpieces among his experients, like "New World" and "Thin Red Line". I know what Malick is searching for: connection, but Anderson seems mostly out to amuse himself and his buddies. They are both geniuses, but I prefer the the one over the other. Just in case I sound high-fallutin', we watched an episode of Remington Steele beforehand. We own the first season and are rewatching it. Pure fluff, but delicious, like cotton candy!