Wes Anderson’s The Grand Budapest Hotel is simply perfect.
One of the most exquisite, visually pleasing, intellectually stimulating and dramatic yet extremely funny comedies that I have ever seen.
Yes. I loved it that much.
It has it all: poetry, colours, opulence, war, morals, murder and, of course, a Grand Hotel.
"The film recounts 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. The story involves the theft and recovery of a priceless Renaissance painting and the battle for an enormous family fortune — all against the back-drop of a suddenly and dramatically changing Continent."
The Grand Budapest Hotel has so much elegance as it revives the lost era of Eastern European grandeur, refinement, grace, tact and … indiscretion.
Bizarre and comic characters, played by eminent actors such as Ralph Fienne, Tilda Swinton, Bill Murray, Adrian Brody, Jude Law and many others piece together a magnificent performance. Mark my word, Tony Revolori (born only in 1996!) playing Zero Mustafa is bound for Hollywood stardom.
Oh. And did I mention colours? They are like blushed Pierre Hermé macaroons on 72 Rue Bonaparte in Paris. At times, the film reminded me of Amélie and in some respects of one of my classic favourites - Stanley Kramer’s Its a Mad Mad Mad Mad World.
The Grand Budapest Hotel is one of those films that overwhelms you with cinematographic detail, scale, costumes, characters, performance and music scores. So much so that you want to see the film again immediately after you finished. And many more times in the years to come.
In short - its classic. A joy on all counts. A must see.
Now showing in cinemas around London. If you are going - let me know. I will come with you for the second viewing.