My Three Stooges
The Darjeeling Limited Directed by Wes Anderson
Maybe we can express ourselves best if we say it without words, a character suggests in The Darjeeling Limited. That deliberate paradox triggers one of the movies most beautiful passages: A brief montage filling in the story of three wealthy, white American brothers on a spiritual journey in India. It details their individual, private moments. The loneliness they cant express to each other; episodes lifted out of time. This sequences poignancy and whirling momentum connects each brothers life to someone elsesand to the universespiritually.
Its a supremely cinematic sequence. Wes Anderson showswithout wordswhat makes these characters recognizably human. Older brother Francis Whitman (Owen Wilson), a remorseful adventurer who has wrecked his face and body doing death-defying stunts, has summoned his far-flung brothers, Peter (Adrien Brody), whose marriage is in trouble, and Jack (Jason Schwartzman), a short-story writer with a compulsive, panicky sex life. They reunite and make a pilgrimage in honor of their recently deceased father. (Its a post-Christian hope to reincarnate the family unit.) Anderson shows them on board the Darjeeling Limited, a bright blue luxury train with a sleeper car that crosses the sandy subcontinent. While this expressive montage singles out each person in a compartment, Anderson looks beyond their isolation; he harmonizes their mournful, coping temperaments.
Movies about family trauma may be Andersons thematic specialty. He understands that families have a specific energy that (pace Tolstoy) makes them unique. And The Darjeeling Limited is a uniquely peripatetic family-trauma film, like John Fords little-known 1938 Four Men and a Prayer. Humor didnt always work for Ford, but with Andersons very modern sensibilitycoming after Fords and TVs My Three Sonsthe Whitmans travails provide a sensible slant on both social privilege and family pieties. In his bemusement, Anderson is able to respect the fragile nature of family relations even as he observes them in eccentric situations.
The Darjeeling Limited condenses the comic worldview already familiar from Andersons previous films. They respectively suggested satirical versions of Renoirs beneficence (Bottle Rocket), Salingers neuroses (Rushmore and The Royal Tenenbaums) and Spielbergs megalomania (The Life Aquatic)all to a British Invasion beat. But this time Anderson adds a plangent self-consciousness that hails a different pop influence. The title metaphor of The Darjeeling Limited converts Fellinis road-of-life metaphor in La Strada into the train itself (its an Orient Express seen through Andersons storybook wonderment). It also tracks the road of life that is the actual translation of Satyajit Rays classic Pather Panchali (the first film of The Apu Trilogy; Anderson uses Rays movie scores as part this films soundtrack).
Yet, for all this, The Darjeeling Limited is more than a movie-buffs grabbag, like Tarantinos Pulp Fiction. Instead, the films premiere at this weeks New York Film Festival reaffirms the importance of a filmmakers personal sensibilityan often-forgotten essence in contemporary film culture.
Casual moviegoers might grumble that Andersons vision is quirky and doesnt allow for the mass hypnosis of self-reflexive trash like Superbad or Oceans Thirteen. But The Darjeeling Limited is so reflective of personal experience (within the context of rarefied pop antecedents) that it returns common emotional power to todays fragmented, disingenuous popular culture. Even if you dont catch Andersons many sly cultural references, you can sense their quality of feeling. You understand without putting it in words because all of it is uncannily filtered through an understanding of family life.
The way Francis takes the leader position over his younger brothers (prompting both their forbearance and their resentment) is remarkably authenticthey even have similarly protruding noses. Francis, Peter and Jack clown their way through India, indulging the family hypochondria as well as the shared trait of broadminded cultural openness (I love the way this country smells, Peter says). Their roughhousing antics suggest The Three Stooges ingeniously used to echo the private dynamics and sense of mortality of a Chekhov play. Anderson co-wrote the script with the cousins Schwartzman (Talia Shires son) and Roman Coppola (Francis Fords son, whose marvelous underrated film CQ was a remarkable mesh of family love and movie lore).
When the Whitman brothers argue to establish dominance (Theres been too much Indian-giving over the years! Those are Dads glasses!), it proves extremely affecting. So does Franciss wondering why Peter never seeks his confidence. What doesnt he want me to know? he asks, and Jack informs him, We dont trust each other. This is heartbreaking. Any family-tied moviegoer will intuit that Jack refers to the uncertain desire for forgiveness. Thats always the overarching objective of Andersons human comedy.
Wes-ophiles will enjoy this films musical messages: that unspoken montage scored to The Rolling Stones Play With Fire, the family excursion that evokes Dear Prudence and The Beatles fabled pilgrimage to India. But everyone should appreciate the films emotional and visual glow. Robert Yeomans cinemascope imagery, with lateral pans and upward tilts, really is ebullientthe most humane movie vision since Nacho Libre. How wonderful is all this? Well, The Darjeeling Limited starts audaciouslywith a bonus: a 10-minute short about Jacks disturbing love life. The full-length feature that follows is a deeply charming comedy, yet it never shakes off Andersons intimations of loss, desperation and longing. It could be re-titled Three Stooges and a Prayer.