Watch it. Or re-watch it. Just keep a tissue handy for the scene where Richie tells Margot, “I’ve had a rough year, dad.” Actually, keep a box.
And that, ultimately, is the legacy of the name: that family is a strange, sad, beautiful farce—and we wouldn't have it any other way.
In the final shot of the film, as Royal’s funeral procession moves through the streets, the surviving Tenenbaums pile into a taxi, holding a Dalmatian mouse and a forgotten falcon. They are still strange. They are still hurt. But they are together.
When we call a family "the Tenenbaums," we mean they are brilliant, competitive, emotionally stunted, and deeply loyal beneath a glacier of passive aggression. We mean they have a history too heavy for a single dinner table.