Below you can see the poster for The Darjeeling Limited. I assume that as you're here, at my site, the platform for me to present whatever I chose and comment on it how I wish, you're at least expecting me to share my opinion on it.
I think it is every bit as bland and predictable as the Life Aquatic poster. At least the Royal Tennebaums poster came early enough to sneak out before this limited visual style had been fully mapped five times over. Yawn.
Rushmore was, by and large, great. Before that, Bottle Rocket was pretty promising. Everything else Anderson has dropped on us has been indulgent, confused, often meandering, self-obsessed tripe. I expect more of the same from this. Anderson is like Woody Allen at his worst but in the grip of some utterly frustrating, narrowing and self-defeating visual and verbal fetishes. What he can do well is misapplied anyway, so his films end up having a very limited reach.
Oh, and, if you were wondering Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows ends with the boy wizard turning into a bowl of geraniums while Rincewind the wizard curses the Statue of Liberty and damns Atticus Finch to hell.