I like me some precious

okay. i get it. you think Darjeeling is a bit precious.

Wes Anderson spends a lot of time on the art direction. And some of the shots are maybe a bit contrived.

But seriously, where else do you get to shear joy of the mundane parts of our lives. Name another movie that makes a fetish of luggage. (Though its also the obvious metaphor in the film)

A film about moving on in which the location moves along with you? On a pre-ordained route inscribed by steel rails and wood ties? You love that stuff. You know you do.

Wes Anderson remains films answer to Richard Powers. Forever constructed intricate and meticulously crafted structures in which no item has no place, and all the parts form the unique and necessary conditions to maintain the story, Anderson has a tendency, like Powers, to lose the soul of the story sometimes under all teh technical greatness. Just be grateful no movie is 800 pages long. Its also worth mentioning, that like Powers, Anderson might need to move on from handling the lives emotionally stunted and withdrawn men of roughly the same age as Anderson himself.

But none of that takes away from the joy of the games, puzzles and distractions his movies provide.

And did you catch that micro-movie on itunes, Hotel Chevalier? A masterpiece. Better than Darjeeling, frankly. But you can't claim all the visuals cues passed back and forth between the two didn't increase yr enjoyment of both movies.

The world has spoken and it judged Wes Anderson precious. Which I still don't get as a pejoritive so much. But I'd rather have more artists fall in love with the sound of them trying to make something than have then fall in love with the sound of their own voice.