I met Wes and Jason Schwartzman when they brought "Rushmore" to the Texas Union theater in the fall of 1998, right before its wide release. The film strip broke like two-thirds of the way through the movie, and everybody deflated and started to leave. A handful of us stuck around and chatted with the guys about where they made it (around Houston) and what some of the vague references in the movie were about. Wes gave Owen Wilson most of the credit about Max's blunderings.
Finally, Schwartzman was all "**** it... let's find another copy" and we followed their car back to the hotel downtown and ended up watching a bootleg DVD of it in a hotel conference room on a laptop. Possibly one of the greatest "rubbing elbows" moments of my life. I know it's probably not Anderson's best work, but Rushmore is still my favorite because of that experience.
saw it last night and thoroughly enjoyed it and appreciated the reference to Stefan Zweig.
But, it was like one of Mendl's confections: beautiful to look at, prepared with love, sweet as could be and without any particular nourishment. Sometimes just being sweet and beautiful is enough, as here.
I liked particularly the brief bit with Owen Wilson played Monsieur Chuck, the later concierge with the Texas accent. And no, that was not a spoiler at all.