I feel it is only fair to alert you to the fact that the UK division of MTV is refusing to show it on the grounds that it may cause seizures. You have been warned.
In other news, we watched The Darjeeling Limited last night. I dunno. I liked it, but didn't love it, y'know? The whole thing was a little too familiar (Owen Wilson basically plays Bottle Rocket's Dignan in Dengar headgear), a little too mannered (as much as it pains me to say it, I think that Anderson's signature directorial style is starting to overshadow the story he's trying to tell) and a little lacking in the "heart" department (I had no connection to any of the flat, self-involved characters who wander around India saying thing like "I like the way this place smells. It's spicy.").
There are some funny scenes, a couple touching scenes and a lot of fun, gorgeous, but ultimately disposable stuff in-between. It's not that it was a bad movie - a "pretty good" Wes Anderson movie is better than just about anything else clogging the rental shelves / Netflix / Redbox / whatever today - it's just that I felt I'd seen similar stories told better, and by Anderson. It's Bottle Rocket (band of misfits on a journey) meets The Royal Tennenbaums (screwed-up family drama). It's like someone doing an almost successful Wes Anderson imitation. Almost successful.
I don't know. My opinion will probably change the more I think about it, but as it stands, I'd rate it as my least favorite film of Anderson's admittedly impressive body of work. Which is sort of like saying it's the ugliest Victoria's Secret model or something. I don't know.
Am I nuts? Comment below.