One of those films that's grown in my mind since I saw it, partly because Wes Anderson has sunk in for me a lot more in the years since, and partly because the film itself has an air that made it linger despite its overall unfocusedness. On a rewatch, it loses some of that assumed stature - it really doesn't entirely knit - but the thing with Wes Anderson's world is, once his films begin making sense at all, they tap into something, even if not properly coalesced in any particular film or viewing of one.
