大吉岭，大吉岭红茶，是的，最先想到的是红茶。
今天看《穿越大吉岭》，很喜欢这个电影。大哥惨遭车祸，想起两个弟弟，于是安排了两个弟弟一起踏上印度的火车，为了找回昔日的感情（还为找他们的母亲），因为在过去一年里他们彼此都没有联系。
大哥总是安排好一切，甚至带着一个手下帮忙安排行程，而他有点霸道的派头让二弟不舒服。二弟peter总是带着爸爸死后留下的墨镜（还有其他东西），大哥心里总是不爽（后面还干了一架，惨遭三弟辣椒喷雾的“毒手”）。而二弟的女朋友即将要生孩子，他自己并不想因此被束缚。三弟想在路上开溜，但是却被大哥偷藏了护照。各自有小秘密，在不断被揭穿的时候慢慢重新形成默契和信任。
故事就发生在印度的火车上，几个追火车跳上火车的镜头有些戏谑，开头还把《迷失东京》的主角Bill Murray搬来客串了一把，真奢侈！不过电影被《电影沙龙》评价为“也许是因为韦斯·安德森过于自作聪明了，竟然把种族的差异当成了一个新鲜玩艺，固执地用白人的观点去看待整个世界。”想想还真的只是把印度当为摄影棚而已，并没有真正地和这个地方的文化有一个好的交融。尽管导演坚持不在摄影棚，而是在当地实实在在弄了一辆火车。这样的评价归咎于美国电影的编剧方式，因为导演一开始只是想着“印度+火车+三兄弟”。他自己都说：印度只是一个模糊的背景而已。
对于整个剧本来说，语言很出彩，三个人的性格也各自有趣，喷辣椒喷雾的那段简直笑死人。
而之前一个小短片三弟和娜塔莉波特曼演的前女友在法国一个酒店里发生的一点点事（娜塔莉懒懒沙沙的声音好sexy，比她的身体还…），和后面的一些呼应也很有新意，小短片结束时我还以为是不相干的。也许安排这么一段故事只是为了调节一下这部只有三个男人为主角的电影，当发现有一些细节相呼应时，感觉好像分享了三弟的小秘密似的，那瓶香水被砸了真可惜了。
三弟在酒店里播放的那首歌很好听，在网上搜到，叫where do you go to my lovely(by peter sarstedt)。还有一段背景音乐觉得是来自Jeff Buckley的Hallelujah的前奏，听着特耳熟。
BTW，里面他们父亲死后留下来的整套皮包皮箱都是LV赞助的，厉害，不过最后都在赶火车的时候被扔掉了。
where do you go to my lovely(by peter sarstedt)
You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there’s diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are.
You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard of St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do.
You go to the embassy parties
Where you talk in Russian and Greek
And the young men who move in your circles
They hang on every word you speak, yes they do.
But where do you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes i do.
I’ve seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does.
When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pines
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs.
And when the snow falls you’re found in St. Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don’t.
But where do you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
would you Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do.
You’re in between 20 and 30
A very desirable age
Your body is firm and inviting
But you live on a glittering stage, yes you do, yes you do.
Your name is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh ha-ha-ha
They say that when you get married
It’ll be to a millionaire
But they don’t realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn
But where do you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes i do.
I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly brown tags, they try
So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear
the scar, deep inside, yes you do
I know where you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
`Cause I can look inside your head.
