Owen Wilson finnally redeemed

This has always been one of my favorite films, my personal favorite by Anderson, until Budapest that is... But I watched both yesterday and I feel like I finnally appreciate Owen wilsons flawed character and incredible performance of a painfully sad man trying desperatley to have his own religious experience. His two brothers are both suffering as well but neither took the loss of the father as hard as wilson's character, who almost didn't survive his suicidal smash into the hill. Seeing Wilson pull back the bandages and show his brothers his wounds starts the beginning of him and his brothers being able to communicate without words, as they do on the Tarmac before ripping the plane tickets up, and when they get to share silence with mom. The boys are dying in India and being reborn, and the tossing of the luggage at the end was more satisfying than any other time I've viewed this film, the boys found their religious experience in eachother