Speaking of Assholes.
October 14, 2007 § 1 Comment
I did not like the Darjeeling Limited. Yes, it had a few decent moments — the point at which Owen Wilson said, “Look at these assholes,” for example — but for the most part it felt like a trip to be endured. And frankly, if I were Marc Jacobs, and Wes Anderson were telling me how to design that Goddamn luggage, “right down to the color of the lining and the sort of fixtures within the luggage … and types of pockets,” I would have said, “Motherfucker, I don’t care who you are, or how Goddamn quirky you are, do you know who the fuck I am?” But who knows, maybe Marc was secretly annoyed, and maybe he was tardy with all the designs, and maybe he came to every meeting two hours late as retaliation.
Leaving the theater, I asked Scott what he thought.
Scott: It was OK. I didn’t love it, but there were a few funny parts. What did you think?
Me: … I … fucking … hated it. I found the whole baggage symbolism so overdone and petulant, it drove me crazy.
Scott: I hadn’t even realized that that was symbolism until you just pointed that out …. Do you like me less now?
Me: Do you like me less when I call you at work to help me figure out percentages?
Me: Well there you go.