This is what it feels like to sucker punch Wes Anderson

Just read an article on Slate (here) that pretty much sums up my entire opinion on the Wes Anderson/Owen Wilson guiding light idea. While Anderson is in possession of a keen, unique eye for color and detail, it is Owen W. who provided much of the narrative punch that allowed Rushmore to soar and kept Royal Tenenbaums with its head above water. Baumbach I have no hope for. Like G. Lucas, Anderson seems to have insulated himself against conflict by selecting his collaborators from the large, babbling pool of sycophants eagerly waiting to kiss the hand of their king.

I also recommend the two articles linked at the bottom of the Slate piece. They go a little too far in their dismissal of the nancy-boy movements of late, but it's worth it for the jibes they get in against Jonathan Safran Foer in the Little Blue Smurf Boy piece.