I've loved fellow Texan Wes Anderson's world since seeing Bottle Rocket. This post is not, however, an exegesis on why Wes Anderson is a true auteur; instead it's an explanation for perhaps why his last film, The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou was such a bloody mess. Meet Tara Subkoff. I don't know if Wes is still dating her or not, but while making this film he was, and blinded by love he dedicated it to her. Read what she said on a New Yorker panel this weekend. The woman is an idiot. And if she's his main influence, it's no wonder he's turning into an idiot, too.