Movie review: The Grand Budapest Hotel
Wes Anderson is one of the most original filmmakers working today. None of his films can be categorized into any particular genre. His latest, The Grand Budapest Hotel, which opened the Berlin Film Festival, continues that trend.
It is a tale within a tale within another tale. Whilst every shot has been meticulously arranged as though a work of art hanging in a museum, storywise Anderson has let his imagination run wild.
The film is made up of two straightforward narratives, the tale within the tale within the tale, which comprises the bulk of the film and is set in the years preceding World War II, is a wild uproarious train ride of storytelling. The film follows the adventures of Gustave H, a legendary concierge at a famous European hotel between the wars, and Zero Moustafa, the lobby boy who becomes his most trusted friend. It also boasts the cast of a lifetime: Ralph Fiennes, F. Murray Abraham, Tilda Swinton, Edward Norton, Adrien Brody, Willem Dafoe, Harvey Keitel, Jude Law, Jeff Goldblum, Bill Murray, Owen Wilson and countless cameos.
It will delight Anderson fans but is more likely destined for art house cinemas as it is too off center for mainstream audiences. The production design and music are outstanding and even the end credits are imaginatively done.