Until the letdown of The Life Aquatic, Wes Anderson solidly occupied the bulleted list in my brain reserved for my favorite directors. Aquatic only had half of the style + sweetness combo that makes his films so amazing and, while I would give my right arm to have him art direct my life, I started to wonder if I should continue pinning my hopes on the sad and sweet characterization that made Bottle Rocket, Rushmore and The Royal Tenenbaums such touching filmgoing experiences.

Now, I’m all wound up about The Darjeeling Limited and really don’t want to be disappointed again. The sad thing is that high expectations are pretty good recipe for disappointment. Maybe I should learn to set my hopes on something more reliable than moviemaking, like poker or horse racing.

(via Pop Candy)