Nandor Fodor and the Talking Mongoose

I am such a sucker for these dialogue heavy, "podcast-on-film" type productions, and Nandor Fodor is no exception. Some will bemoan its almost pointless narrative, but it's what's between the lines here that's important. How far are we able to suspend our disbelief for a simple moment of joy? Does everything have to be proven, clinical and cold-hard-factual all of the time or can the lines waiver for some wonderment and awe? And by extension, what drives people to fabricate these stories? To bring people entertainment and joy? Notoriety to their name? To be remembered much after they're gone? All this from a movie about a talking mongoose! Very cosy movie, and while threadbare in actual character arcs and resolution, it asks intriguing questions for me to chew on following my viewing. For me that's good enough, but I know most will not find the same enjoyment that I did.

It was great, very reminiscent of Wes Anderson films. I don't understand the low rates.