Darjeeling Darling!

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I'm pretty psyched about the September 29th release of The Darjeeling Limited. Yes yes, those nay-saying critics have already panned the film, but they can go to hell (and I mean that in the nicest way possible.) Wes Anderson could poop in a box and film it, and I would still think it would have more uniqueness and personality than half the films out there. He has such fascinating characters in his movies and he really seems to be interested in the eccentricities of these people.

I mean, how fraggin' cool was Gwyneth Paltrow in The Royal Tenenbaums (and I can't stand her.) Didn't you just want to rim your eyes with khol liner, buy a fur coat and a Lacoste dress and pout while smoking a cigarette in your bathtub?! And I love that he put Owen Wilson in face bandages for the whole Darjeeling movie. Here's a clip of the synopsis:

"Three American brothers who have not spoken to each other in a year set off on a train voyage across India with a plan to find themselves and bond with each other -- to become brothers again like they used to be. Their "spiritual quest", however, veers rapidly off-course (due to events involving over-the-counter pain killers, Indian cough syrup, and pepper spray), and they eventually find themselves.."

Sounds like a Wes goodie to me!

Now I know there's that big suicidal elephant in the room, but I'm going to leave Owen Wilson alone. He hasn't done the requisite Extra/Larry King/Oprah/Perez interview, or at least yet, so until then, get better soon my fellow Texan!