Let’s get this out of the way first.  Fantastic Mr. Fox is about penises.

There.  I said it.  Fantastic Mr. Fox is about penises, and there’s nothing you can say to convince me otherwise.  Look, I had wanted to start this post with a really good, academic-style introduction about the relationship of Wes Anderson’s new film with the works of postmodernist Don DeLillo.  Then I thought, No, I should start by talking about Marxist notions of proletarian alienation.  Then I thought, No, actually, the Durkheimian concept of anomie might be more appropriate in this context.

But these subjects, while related to the following article, are mere branches growing off the main shaft of this post.  The long and short of it is, this post is about penises.  Say it with me, kids.  Fantastic Mr. Fox is about penises.

Now that that’s out of the way, let’s let out a deep breath and do some overthinking.