If I played one instrument it would be drums. I am a creature of rhythm not melody. Unfortunately, I don't play nor do I live in Seattle. What are you looking for people for? A band I presume?
You make it sound like these elements were actually present in the film. The emperor has no clothes. I don't even see how you can take the film seriously. These characters are complete cartoons and charicatures. Yet you chalk it up to Anderson's respect and restraint. Facing your past? How is this depicted? By the fact, he begins to actually give a shit for his bastard son? Bravo to Steve Zissou for betraying one iota of human emotion. I don't expect cheap thrills, I expect art with humility and pretension that can stand on substance.