Wes Anderson. We’re breaking up.

It’s not me, it’s you. (and your terrible movies).

Ok, ok! “The Darjeeling Limited” wasn’t TERRIBLE. But how is this any different from any other movie served up by Anderson? His oh-so-conflicted characters that are just quirky, and passionate, and did I mention conflicted? Because they’re conflicted. And it’s in your face how conflicted and quirky they are. Did I mention quirky? Cuz they’re really quirky.

And THAT’S how I feel about any and every Wes Anderson film. It’s as if the lack of ending is justified because the characters are kind of messed up, but kind of lovable, and really “how else would we end this film?” Well yanno what, Wes? It’s a cop out. Repeating the same technique makes your work trite and meaningless to my life. I draw the line.

The reason to watch this film:

Owen Wilson’s performance. Usually I’d lump Jason Schwartzman in here too, but I’m getting sick of his “same old, same old” schtick as well. (HEY EVERYONE. COME LOOK HOW QUIRKY AND INDIE I AM.) Wilson really did shine though. His character was the one that brought the brothers together, one full year after the death of their father, and Wilson really made the ring leader exceptionally funny and heart-felt amongst all the other boring, less important details. Most of the laughs flew Wilson’s way.

I’d like to have a smart ending to this ranting, but in true Anderson spirit, I’ll just end it abruptly. Yanno…for “art’s sake”.