Tweeness is a funny word to say aloud.
I was thinking about Wes Anderson the other day, remarking how this current iteration is quite refine technically-speaking. He seems to have dialed in what he wants, and what he wants is something like a Warner's Bros cartoon mixed in with a little Kubrick. It's almost easy to forget he's the guy who gave us one of the most heart-breaking -- and real -- depictions of slashing one's own wrists. I think THAT'S who Wes Anderson is, beneath the layers of technique, and if he let go on the cutesy-wootsy he'd probably venture into Sofia Coppola territory, or even PT Anderson. I feel like he has something more to say, than drolly reciting the absurdity of manners.