I found this while searching for the wide release date of "The Darjeeling Limited," a must see for me, and the sooner the better. Of course, for now it is only in NYC.
Wow! Someone gets to the core of what I love about Wes Anderson films:
His characters have wide-ranging but, one assumes, shallow interests; they have reputations for brilliance that don’t quite pan out. Max Fischer? “He’s one of the worst students we’ve got.”
The Tenenbaum prodigies? “(Their childhood accomplishments) had been erased by nearly two decades of betrayal, failure and disaster.”
Team Zissou? “Klaus here used to be a bus driver... We’re a pack of strays, don’t you get it?”
There’s a sense that something, somewhere, was lost. Weren’t we supposed to be better? Go farther? How did we wind up here — in public school, back at our mother’s home, stealing equipment for another undersea voyage? His characters are, at their best, theatrical, and at their worst, numb. With few exceptions, they are easily bruised. They seem too delicate for the world.
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