The Darjeeling Limited
Wes Anderson’s “” is a focused attempt to make a heartfelt director to audience connection: In an effort to regroup after their father’s death, three brothers played by Owen Wilson, Adrien Brody and Jason Schwartzman board a train traveling through India. They swap replica louis vuitton drugs, ogle the pretty and fake designer bags , in the movie’s eyes, “exotic” train attendant, and squabble. In Wes Andersonville, this is filial love, and although “” mostly suffers from the same jejune quaintness that Anderson’s other movies do, at least it shows flashes of raw feeling. The picture is just naked enough that you want to wrap a blanket around it.
But not that naked. Anderson’s movies the static, stilted “The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou,” the eccentric family quirkfest “The Royal Tenenbaums” fake designer bags have always left me cold. I remain unmoved even by the aggressively fey charms of “Rushmore.” “” which opens the New York Film Festival this evening, and opens elsewhere beginning tomorrow is the first high quality replica handbags china of Anderson’s movies that has elicited even the mildest scrap of affection from me: I feel warmly toward it, although I reserve the right to remain wary of its aging hipster gimcrackery. It’s as if Anderson, yesterday’s next big thing, heard the homemade coffee can drumbeat of new young DIY filmmakers like Andrew Bujalski and Joe Swanberg and realized that what the kids are into these days is shambling, high quality designer replica handbags sincere naturalism; his stock in trade, whimsical, deadpan irony, all meticulously orchestrated from the master control center of his brain, is starting to seem as outmoded as an old Mantovani record. “The Life Aquatic” met with a less than rapturous response even from many loyal Anderson admirers. And so to his credit, Anderson tries to push into new territory with “.” Francis (Owen Wilson) has arranged a cross country Indian train trip for himself and his two younger brothers, Peter (Adrien Brody) replica louis vuitton bags and Jack (Jason Schwartzman) although “arranged” might be too casual a word. He’s planned the trip so carefully that he’s even brought along a coordinator (played by Wally Wolodarsky) outfitted with a printer and a laminating machine: His job includes making plastic coated cards for each day’s itinerary, including visits to shrines and stops at local markets to purchase sundries like decorated leather slippers and pepper spray.
It turns out that Francis has suffered a terrible and unusual accident: His face is a map of bruises and bandages; a strip of gauze frames the oval of his face, Marley’s Ghost style. Peter and Jack feel sympathy and concern for him, but it’s clear that his need to control and question their every movement drives them crazy. They rail at him; they roll their eyes at him; but eventually, a tragedy in the Indian countryside ends up bringing them all closer, and also leads to a reconciliation with their estranged mom (Anjelica Huston).
As the brothers gradually thaw their way out of the grief that’s frozen them, and distanced them from one another, they’re both endearing and wearying, in an upper crusty Three Stooges kind of aaa replica designer handbags way: They clobber and pick at one another until they reach enlightenment. Schwartzman, formerly just an annoying actor, is finding ways to go deeper into characters that seem somewhat blank on the surface, and fake louis bag his timing just keeps getting better: He turns the intentionally awkward rhythms of the movie’s dialogue into comically graceful, hippo in a tutu pirouettes. Wilson, the controlling sad sack in this meandering little fable with his neuroses and his need for absolute, minute by minute orchestration, might his character be a stand in for Anderson himself? turns an aggressively alienating character into one we can feel some kinship with. Or maybe it’s just that his lazy drawl seduces us into liking him. Brody, a reliably terrific actor, carries the moment with both gravity and ease. Anderson also knows how to use Brody’s matchstick frame to great effect: Early in the movie he shows Peter running for the train in slow motion, his windmilling arms and legs suggesting the manic energy of a cartoon spider in a rush.
“” filmed on location in India is gorgeous to look at. Cinematographer Robert Yeoman doesn’t just turn the lens on the countryside; somehow Fake Louis Vuitton Replica Bags , he creates the illusion that the lens is actually drinking the landscape in. And the train itself, a quaint looking, old fashioned luxury affair, decked out in vivid cobalt blues and warm, sandy golds, is a pleasing little visual fillip in itself.
But in the end, “” only leaves you wondering what it all adds up to. The script is by Anderson, Schwartzman and Roman Coppola, and it does a better job than any other Anderson Perfect Quality Louis Vuitton Replica movie at wrangling with ideas about how the very things that drive us crazy about our families are also the things that bind us to them. When the movie slows down, and quiets down, it drifts momentarily into a landscape of real feeling. He’s remote from his characters, which makes him remote from his movies. There’s also a way in which he uses race as a novelty, suggesting an assertively white kid view of the world. Jack flirts with that very pretty train attendant dolabuy.su , Rita (played by Amara Karan), and eventually acts on his 1:1 replica handbags amorous impulses. But Rita isn’t really a character here; she’s treated as a pretty face who also happens to be a part of the local scenery. She’s an outsider Discount Replica Louis Vuitton Bags in the brothers’ world but that doesn’t mean she has to be an outsider in the movie.
The brothers’ deepest connection appears to be a set of very expensive and quite wonderful matched luggage passed down from their late father, a passel of leather train cases and satchels each embossed with a design of monkeys, palm trees and gazelles. (These beautiful, lust worthy props were created by Marc Jacobs for Louis Vuitton one of the advantages of being a filmmaker with friends in high places.)But now that I’ve alluded to the idea of baggage, do we need a spoiler alert? Because you can bet Anderson isn’t letting that luggage go to waste, metaphorically speaking.
“” has more heart than any other full length Anderson movie. But I’m afraid it pales in comparison with the short, “Hotel Chevalier,” that Anderson has made to be shown along with it. “Hotel Chevalier” is a sort of preface to “.” Schwartzman, as Jack, is living in a hotel in Paris (out of a few of those fabulous suitcases), spending whatever money he’s got (we can assume it’s considerable) ordering up grilled cheese sandwiches from room service. (He gamely asks the person who takes his order for the French word for “cheese.”) A mysterious visitor comes to call, a pixie vixen in the form of Natalie Portman. She and Jack clearly have a history together we don’t know exactly what it is. There’s awkwardness between them, but they do find their way into bed.
Somehow, the untold story of “Hotel Chevalier” is 10 times more interesting, and infinitely richer, than replica louis vuitton bags from china the one told outright in “.” Short films are exceedingly difficult to pull off, but Anderson has made one that’s very close to perfect. (It rivals even the craftsmanship and inventiveness of his terrific American Express commercial, which is a mini masterpiece.) Maybe that’s because, as a director, Anderson tends to be a maker of models, a builder of small things. The intimate scale of “Hotel Chevalier” suits him just fine, and perhaps the fact that the movie takes place in a luxe hotel room the most temporary but also the most comfortable of homes frees him as well. Maybe Anderson will always be a tourist in his own movies. But in “Hotel Chevalier,” among the shortest of all his films, he unpacks his bags and stays a while. In this small movie, he finally finds a home away from home.