Friday Movies: The Darjeeling Limited
A sordid confession: I almost fell asleep well into The Darjeeling Limited yesterday. I blame this on early hours and a diet of painkillers, but you may draw other conclusions. I did manage to eat all my popcorn; maybe I needed a post-prandial snooze. But it is also true that I had given up, by this point, on the possibility of seeing something new and different. It’s an awful thought, but there is nothing about Owen Wilson’s role or performance in Wes Anderson’s latest film that would make a suicide attempt seem improbable.
I did tell Fossil Darling that I wasn’t recommending the movie to him, because if he took me up on a good recommendation, he would first shoot everyone else in the audience before hunting me down with his snicker snee.
Can it possibly be true that smoking is no longer permitted on Indian trains?
Podcasts:
(Note: As the first “real” podcast at The Daily Blague, I resolved to upload the first take, no matter how much it might be improved. One learns little from preliminary perfectionism. I, in contrast, learned a lot – but I’m letting the recording stand, warts and all. For some reason, I call the character played by Owen Wilson, Francis, “Patrick.” That’s the sort of thing that I’ll be cleaning up ahead of time in future. And I shall try to get the volume louder. )