Who would you like to throw off a moving train?
Moving train: Observations on a Wes Anderson soundtrack by Bryan Waterman I can’t decide whether or not to tell you to watch Wes Anderson’s iTunes-only short, Hotel Chevalier, before you watch his new feature-length, The Darjeeling Limited. But I can tell you to watch both, in whichever order you choose. (I could also tell you that in the short Jason Schwartzman gets Princess Leia’s ma real nekkid real fast, following delightful and wry dialogue. But that would only be appealing to your baser instincts and tempting you to download before you finish reading this post.) Those who complain about Anderson’s coldness towards his characters, his adolescent wheel-spinning, his anal-attention-to-detail preciousness simply must not be part of his intended audience. And I must be exactly that, since I’ve never really been able to watch one of his films without a knowing, gnawing sympathy in my stomach — laughing until I annoy my neighbors and tearing up even when I probably shouldn’t. (We love h
