Day #54, March 25th, 2016.
Still from The Darjeeling Limited (2007).
No amount of praise I can spare in this space for this film, or Wes Anderson’s cinema in general, will ever be enough, so I’ll cut right to the chase.
I live in India. So imagine what it felt like, looking at the beautifully dusty, unhinged crevices of this magnificent nation, aided by the clickety-clack of our inimitable railway network through the eyes of one of the most accomplished American auteur this cinema has ever seen.
I’ll tell you. It felt like the person you love the most singing you your favorite song on a day where the song quietly reminded you why everything is going to be all right soon.
A movie to remind you why movies exist in the first place: to enchant, to transport, to tell a story, and to tell it with strokes of pretty magic. No one better, then, to take up the task than our beloved Wes Anderson.