The themes and actors may be familiar, but for my money, DARJEELING is a step forward for an auteur whose last two entries seemed to represent a stalled retreat. Anderson hasn't matched the mastery of RUSHMORE since that film burst on the scene in 1998 -- and he's still more concerned with style than substance -- but with DARJEELING, he's at least jettisoned some of the dead weight that's overwhelmed his prior films. The tale resonates not only because of how painfully funny it is, but because, whether hopping off a bus to attend a young boy's funeral, or tearing a protective cover off their dead father's Porsche, the brothers Whitman are finally, remarkably human. The film is a treasure.