On watching Bottle Rocket and Rushmore, both excellent films by Wes Anderson, the human beings' first reaction might be 'this is weird.'  Another reaction would be, "these guys are real losers." I  suppose they are pretty right on both.  But usually these people who say  such things are people whose brain is no bigger than that of a  mini-basketball.  (Not big!) They don't see the beauty and simplicity of  Luke Wilson's character sitting enjoying the company of Inez in the  washroom.  It didn't have to be in the Rainbow Room atop the World Trade  Center or at the Paris Ritz.  No, it was in a budget hotel along an  unglamorous stretch of highway somewhere in Texas.  And it was perfect!  It  could not have been better.  That is love, at it's best and fullest. In  Rushmore, the character of Max Fisher dabbles in all sorts of activities  and dons a red beret.  He's proud to be an overachiever.  Some people would  mistake him for being a nerd.  By all accounts, he does look geeky.  But  it's more of geek chic.  He would have gotten the lonely, sexy, and  intelligent Ms. Cross, if it weren't for his age of 15.  But Max can do  anything he wants to.  He goes for it and achieves it.  No fuss, no muss.  Just calm, cool, collected smarts.  Or shall I say Wes Anderson smarts.  For a full understanding of my review, you'll need to see both these films  at all costs.  It's well worth it.