Wes Anderson’s sets tend to look real but not. They’re as if the universe was meticulously put together by a deity who only wore vintage seersucker suits and plaid scarves. (I know what you’re thinking: Assuming that Gods have timeless existences, how can anything be vintage? Well, this God is the type of guy who would make the point of telling you things were vintage, regardless. Yeah, it’s kind of a d-bag move.) That’s why the above tour of the high school from Rushmore is so edifying. You get to see how Wes Anderson Wes Ansersonizes a place. (It’s mostly just a dash of whimsy plus 12 more dashes of whimsy).