In Anderson’s movies these instances of redemption sneak up on you, ever so faintly, as the characters experience unexpected epiphanies. I think of these as sunrise scenes, beautifully rendered fleeting moments in which a new way of living dawns on the screen. It’s worth noting that these interior discoveries are freely, mysteriously given—gifts of grace—rather than rewards the characters have earned. Redemption works for us, after all, in the same way.
