Darjeeling Limited
by Catherine Lee
I'm tempted to say that the
stars of Wes Anderson's charming and funny new movie, The Darjeeling Limited, are the noses. The central
characters, three brothers traveling across India, repeatedly tell us they are
on a spiritual journey in search of a spiritual awakening. And they are. But it
is a whimsical Wes Anderson-style spiritual journey, so it is hardly a
spiritual journey to be taken too seriously. So I can be forgiven, I hope, for
being so distracted by the amazing noses.
Francis (Owen Wilson), Peter
(Adrien Brody) and Jack (Jason Schwartzman) Whitman – yes, they are a
veritable human Whitman sampler – haven't been together for about a year,
since the death of their father who was run down by a taxi. See? Sad, but also
absurd, as all Wes Anderson movies are.
Anderson loves odd characters.
He photographs them with a caressing tenderness for all their quirks. The Darjeeling Limited begins with Bill Murray
running for a train, and Anderson uses his disappointed face to get our
sympathies in gear.
Anderson cherishes faces the way
old Hollywood cherished faces. We see many great faces in this movie. We see
the brothers' faces together in scene after scene. Each actor is handsome
– not matinee idol handsome, but attractive with nice eyes and expressive
faces. But think of those noses! When you get the three of them together it
really is a nosefest. To see the three of them together in profile you almost
believe they could be brothers.
Francis has been in an accident
and has a bandaged head and nose throughout the film. He still "has some
healing to do." There is an added poignancy to seeing Owen Wilson wearing
the dressings of physical wounds. He has always seemed to be a very sunny actor
and person. It's hard to imagine him hurting himself.
Francis is the eldest brother,
and he wants to protect his brothers and fix the family. I spent much of the
film hoping that Wilson's real life healing can happen as gently and certainly
as restoring brotherly love is in a Wes Anderson film.
Francis isn't playing entirely
straight with his brothers. Sure they are on a spiritual journey, but there is
a destination. They are on their way to see their mother who is on a spiritual
mission of her own and didn't come home for their father's funeral.
I won't say who plays Mom, but
she's a Wes Anderson vet, and she's got a nose that convinces us she could be
the mom of these three.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
There is lots of journeying before they get to Mom. The three brothers board
the Darjeeling Limited. I'd like to think there is a train in India as colorful
and welcoming as this ride. Riotous blues and gorgeous colorful detailing line
the car corridors, and the sleeping compartments are clean and comfy, and also
deliciously appointed.
The train is staffed by a highly professional and courteous
staff that speaks beautiful English and treats these three fairly
scruffy-looking passengers with respect. At least at first.
Waris Ahluwalia plays the chief
steward on the Darjeeling Limited. He eyes our boys with suspicion, looking
down a very elegant nose at them. Rita, an especially beautiful steward, is
amused by them and has a tryst or two with Jack. She has a magnificent nose and
lots of lovely other features ... not to mention the attitude to go with her
nose.
The boys spend their time
sneaking smokes, drinking and imbibing all sorts of "over the
counter" substances. They don't get wasted, just pleasantly buzzed. Then
they fight like brothers. They bicker about which one was their father's favorite.
They covet his possessions. Well, really only Peter does, but they pick on him
about his taking of their father's things.
What they do push each other
around about is the luggage. Wes Anderson films feature lovingly crafted
details, and in The
Darjeeling Limited
the luggage is a design delight and a running (often literally) comic delight.
The luggage is a special Louis Vuitton print designed by Marc Jacobs with
"suitcase wildlife drawings" by Eric Anderson.
Yes, these boys have baggage,
and not just the luggage which comes in all shapes and sizes. Their father is
dead. Their mother has left them for her own pursuits. Peter's wife Alice is
about to give birth, and he's worried about fatherhood. Neither Francis nor
Peter want Jack to get back together with his girlfriend.
In The Darjeeling Limited we get only a glimpse of
Natalie Portman, but the film is traveling with a short film, Hotel Chevalier, which is a meeting of Jack
and his girlfriend in a hotel room in Paris somewhere in the year between the
death of Papa Whitman and the Indian spiritual journey. Portman has never
looked lovelier, but I agree with Peter and Francis about her.
Like the train in the movie, The Darjeeling Limited sometimes wanders off course.
The flashback to the car repair shop to fetch Dad's car on the day of the
funeral slips a little past a pleasant leisurely aside. All the events in The Darjeeling Limited exist to give Anderson the
playground he wants.
Everything that happens is
weighted a little too evenly. Losing a shoe, a snake or the train have almost
as much impact as the accidental death of a young boy. Brody has a few moments
of genuine grief at this sad turn of events, but you can almost feel Anderson
not quite knowing what to do when someone starts expressing real pain.
In The Darjeeling Limited the journey is all. The
brothers don't really accomplish a spiritual awakening, but they become close
again and shed a little of their sadness. They don't solve any big family
issues, but they are all more in touch with the contours of the stuff they
can't really change. They've added a chapter to the family history that will
help them all carry on.
"I love the way this
country smells," says Peter. "I'll never forget it." With the
olfactory equipment these boys are sporting, you can't begin to doubt it.
Catherine Lee is the executive director of Fort Wayne Cinema Center, the only independently operated movie theater in Fort Wayne, specializing in independent, foreign, documentary, specialty and classic films.
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