I loved The Darjeeling Limited in the theater, but it's even better than I remembered. Now not having to be in information/plot gathering mode, can appreciate even more how good the acting is (how much siblings can say to each other with a split-second sidelong glance) and how FUNNY it is, both visually and verbally. His constantly cramming the 3 of them, or even just parts of them, together in the frame gives such a claustrophobic sense of the inescapable, mutual in-your-faceness of family relationship (the tiny and narrow train compartments, hallways, streets such wonderfully handy devices). Especially nice to be able to pay attention to the writing - their heavy, palpable grief, an ever-present additional character - not sure how he does it. Overlapping vectors of deceit, competition and jockeying for control. He's so similar to Franzen - trenchant, angry, but ultimately desperately affectionate and hopeful-despite-himself. It seemed that the contempt (or at least the defensiveness and irritability) bred in their childhoods of involuntary familiarity, would be insuperable. But the jettisoning of their luggage and their clambering aboard with nothing but each other, answering their bonfire question: what a beautiful coming full-circle. Les Champs-Elysees so incongruous and yet it's hard to imagine a better choice. Love the Chekhov's-gun snake too.

Also Adrien Brody in PJs and sleep mask, and saying my name a lot. Forget about it.