Three American brothers who have not spoken to each other in a year set off on a train voyage across India with a plan to find themselves and bond with each other — to become brothers again like they used to be. Their “spiritual quest”, however, veers rapidly off-course (due to events involving over-the-counter pain killers, Indian cough syrup, and pepper spray), and they eventually find themselves stranded alone in the middle of the desert with eleven suitcases, a printer, and a laminating machine. At this moment, a new, unplanned journey suddenly begins.
My mom (until she walked out) and the dogs.
I must admit that this was an Anderson film I hadn’t seen yet. When I talked to Alex about my movie project, she told me that I should see this one and that she loved this one most. Naturally I had very high hopes that this would prove to be more Wes Anderson genius to love and enjoy.
Frankly, I must admit that this movie is the strongest disappointment that I have seen up to now this year. While there were some moments of pure genius, and most of the production design was awesome as usual, there were too many moments that I just saw a bunch of jerks that I couldn’t care less about doing things I don’t really give a damn about (I tend to tune out when people start talking about spirituality).
Mostly it was once more Wes Anderson doing his absurdist thang with dysfunctional families, and this time around it really didn’t work for me.