Near the beginning of Wes Anderson's fourth feature, Bill Murray's down-on-his-luck oceanographer/filmmaker Steve Zissou walks briskly to the bow of his ship, fires up a doobie, and inhales. He has just been told he's a father--of a strapping blond boy, Ned (Owen Wilson), who has a pilot's license and an unreliable Southern accent. Zissou holds still around the smoke; the hand with the cigarette drops to his side in a curving smear of slow motion. I swear I heard a collective sigh rise up from the seats... More >>>