I am going to try and watch Wes Anderson’s films in chronological order.
This one, as far as I could tell, didn’t have Anderson’s trademark color schemes, but it did have some of his trademark “painting-like” shots. Also the acting was less dead-pan than some of his other ones. Owen Wilson is very likable in his Seinfeld-like jovial presence, where in some scenes one feels he is on the brink of laughter. He brings a joviality, to the point where his crimes have a mark of innocence, as the film clearly states.