Funky title, funky film, boring as hell. Like watching a Hyundai Santro with “Racing America” stickers and a rear spoiler chunder down the expressway at 65 kmph.

Wes Anderson has made a career out of ‘quirky’, and while in a perfect world there should be space for a voice like this, I’d be far happier I think, if he found something coherent to say, or even a coherent way of saying whatever it is that he wants to.

Style is one thing, substance is another - any MBA (or post-modernist) will tell you that. If Wes’d been a corporate executive, he’d probably be responsible for Vanilla Coke. Good for Owen Wilson though, he’s managed to overcome the handicap of his nose, which can only be a good thing.

And this isn’t just because I used to idolise Cousteau. I even know not just his his middle name (Yves) but also how it is pronounced.