Wes Anderson's The Grand Budapest Hotel is pure movie magic. I felt like a kid watching his first Disney film - wide eyed and wonderful. I didn't quite understand everything and I got lost a couple of times, but it was fast, furious and fun. In so many movies today the plot follows a formula that can be entertaining but not particularly memorable. Anderson throws conventional movie making to the winds and lets his imagination run wild, taking you along with it.
There is a plot that involves the Grand Budapest Hotel, located in the fictional Republic of Zubrowka in central Europe. The time is 1932, during the glory days of the establishment and we meet the famous concierge Gustave (a brilliant Ralph Fiennes) who attends to the needs of the hotel's wealthy clientele and beds down more than a few in the process. He is schooling a young lobby boy named Zero(newcomer Tony Revolori) in the art of "service", when a murder occurs, a priceless piece of art becomes missing and an outbreak of war is imminent.
It seems as if every actor I admire is in this film. Jeff Goldblum is a family attorney, Edward Norton a police inspector; William Dafoe, a leather-clad assassin; F. Murray Abraham, Zero as an old man; Harvey Keitel is a jail bird named Pinky; Bill Murray and Bob Balaban are fellow concierges, and there's Adrien Brody, Jude Law, Tom Wilkinson, and Owen Wilson.
Film maker Wes Anderson who gave us last summer's, Moonrise Kingdom and before that Rushmore and The Royal Tenenbaums, now invites you to come play in his new sand box filled with delightful characters and moments of utter joy in an imaginative world of make believe.
Running Time: 99 minutes
Rating: R for language, some sexual content and violence
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