Strongly reminiscent of Avanti!, this may be Anderson’s most emotionally open film. Sure, there’s that signature stiltedness, but a system of withheld information (built on Fellini’s techniques?) matches the characters layered with dishonesty, barriers and Freudian “accidents”. Most movies strive to make their characters likeable to a wide audience. The brothers depicted in Darjeeling feel real.
As the journey progresses the film relies on a bit of deus ex machina to drive the trio to resolution, but it’s nonetheless consistently gorgeous stuff. Witness the bandages come off.