Chugga Chugga Woo-Woo!

Jefe and I went to The Darjeeling Ltd (& Hotel Chevalier) tonight at The Grand.  Just got home.  First takes: I love the feeling I get when W.A. uses the slo-mo button and I get to see what small, quick gestures and expressions look like as they’re dialed down.  Drew was right, Nat and Anjelica are not sweethearts.  But so what.  Yellow, yellow, yellow.  French yellow, Indian yellow, saffron or rusty or sandy or palest buttercream, they were all there.  My eyes love it.  I feel like I saw the preview, but that the story was just getting started when it was over.  I mean, I liked it a ton, don’t get me wrong.  But I was waiting for more meat.  I loved everything that was there.  I wanted to see them all really lose control, though.  Here it seems like they hang on to it, even with the minor kerfluffle and whatnot.  Is the implication that this is how far ‘class’ will allow you to break down?  That this is really soul-searching for the Vuitton set?  I may simply have been spoiled by my love for “Rushmore” and the trip it took me on at the time I first saw it.  Who am I kidding…it still does. 

By all means, go take this in! 

(If for no other reason than the wallpaper and fabrics on the train.)