Wes Anderson, Jason Schwartzman, Adrian Brody, and Owen Wilson. That is an intense ensemble of desirable and talented young men. In a completely, non-sexual, hetero sort of way, of course. Or not.
It certainly looks like more 70s and Nouvelle Vauge inspired romantic, hipster bullshit, but obviously presented in the most charming manner as possible. The thing I love about Anderson's films is that they are always a testament to the power of the human spirit. His last two films, while splendid, were certainly far weaker than his debut film Rocket Bottle, and his lauded follow-up Rushmore. The Darjeeling Limited looks like a story on a smaller scale than that of The Life Aquatic, and a story much more grounded than the Trouffout love-letter The Royal Tannenbaums.
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