I finished my Margot Tenenbaum painting a few weeks ago. I’m hanging onto the original for now so I’ve made prints available in my Society6 shop.
Rushmore was my first Wes Anderson film, but Tenenbaums cemented my feelings for his films. The film is in many ways a love letter to JD Salinger, especially his, “Nine Stories” collection. In “Down an the Dingy,” BooBoo Glass Tannenbaum comforts her son after he hears anti-Semitic remarks.
I grew up in a family with surface similarities to the Tenenbaums- Strong Matriarch, womanizing asshole Alpha-Male, fucked up kids, -and I suspect that so many members of dysfunctional families saw pieces of themselves in the Tenenbaums, contributing to its success. Margot’s quiet despair felt all too familiar. He lie, “I’m fine, thank you,” still gets to me.