You either like Wes Anderson or you don’t, and I like him. I’m kind of embarrassed that The Darjeeling Limited came out two years ago and it took me until now to see it. Some fan I am.
I loved it, naturally.
I was going to provide some witty, insightful commentary but I have strep throat (I think. Doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning to confirm my suspicions.) and so I have spent the day in bed, guzzling blueberry tea and catching up on my Netflix. Let’s be honest: there’s not much point to this post other than to say I watched a movie and I liked it. Cut me some slack, ok? I have a fever for heaven’s sake.
But let me share my favorite line: “He has this disease where his head is shaved except he doesn’t have to shave it because he doesn’t have any hair in the first place. Don’t talk about it around him though, it might offend him.”
Seriously, what kind of sad person doesn’t like Wes Anderson?
I love this movie and I love Wes. I wish I could live in that convent with Anjelica Huston and worry about massive tigers and get breakfast in bed in a silver tray. And I wish trains in India actually *looked* like the Darjeeling. I don't imagine they do. Even in first class. ondressingup’s last blog post..days of haze
i hope you feel better. at least you spent your day doing cool stuff