While some reviews have nit-picked The Darjeeling Limited as a weak effort on the Crowned Prince of Quirky's part, I'm a true blue Wes Anderson fan and will forgive him of almost any indulgence. The first few frames into the film, I was already savoring his signature art direction niceties. While the story is decidedly undercooked, the flavors it evokes are delectably piquant.
India is the setting for most of the film and it provides environments both succulent and stark to frame the fumbling story of a synthetic spiritual journey taken by three semi-estranged brothers—the bandaged Owen Wilson, mustachioed Jason Schwartzman and pec-baring Adrien Brody (not so at home in the comedy genre, but I give him credit for being game).
Anderson and cowriters Roman Coppola and Schwartzman fleshed out the script as they traveled India themselves and the loosey-goosey preparation process is evident in the scattershot plot. Still, the camaraderie of the trio, the disarming goofiness of the dialogue, the cultural visual masala of India and the terrific supporting cast (especially Amara Karan as the sly, but wide-eyed "stewardess") scheme to make The Darjeeling Limited an irresistible monogrammed hippie trip.
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