I'm irritated by the hoity-toity title of Wes Anderson's latest reel of celluloid schlock: The Darjeeling Limited. C'mon Mr. Anderson, aren't you an American? Where do you get off using words like "Darjeeling" in your film's title? Something tells me that this film has BOMB written all over it. Maybe Owen Wilson's suicide attempt is connected to the utter stank that has been emitting from artsy-fartsy liberal movie houses whenever this trainwreck flickers onto the screen. This Wilson guy, perhaps, wanted to abandon ship before D-Day. Seriously, The Darjeeling Limited sounds like a set of diamonique jewelry pieces that my lady friend would order on QVC at 2:15 a.m., not the title for a film.
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