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The Grand Budapest
Hotel
(2014)
    
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Director:
Wes Anderson |
COUNTRY
Germany/United Kingdom |
GENRE
Drama/Comedy |
NORWEGIAN TITLE
The
Grand Budapest Hotel |
RUNNING
TIME
100 minutes |
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Producers:
Wes Anderson
Scott Rudin
Steven Rales
Jeremy Dawson |
Screenwriter:
Wes Anderson
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Review
One
of the most inventive films of the year comes from the ever-creative
Wes Anderson in the form of a celebration of everything that was
great about interwar Europe: lavish hotels and resorts functioning
as sanatoriums, a predilection for fine arts and architecture, and
cultivated living. Anderson's story is a great example of a story
within a story; it's elegantly laid out, presented and told, with
its inherent insignificance (being constructed in every sense of the
word) presented with all the significance possible, i.e. through
clever storytelling and instantly fascinating characters.
The
time is, as previously mentioned, the interwar period, and the place
is a generic fictional Central European town, probably bordering
Germany. What's great about the historical relevance Anderson gives
his film is that while the political situation and the war threat is
palpable and undoubtedly looming in the wings, it is also presented
as essentially meaningless – a fact which is perfectly illustrated
by our protagonist Monsieur Gustave's annoyed reaction when his
train is "stopped in a barley field" by the occupying forces.
Anderson's story, as is often the case with his stories, is about
lives fully lived by peculiar characters. In other words, there's no
implicit meaning behind it all; the film is about characters and
relations, the lives they live and the wonders and experience they
draw from it. As such, the film is life-affirming and inspirational
more than it is enlightening, but Anderson's real achievement is in
his wide and complete utilization of the film medium and all its
evocative stylistic possibilities. Because above anything else,
The Grand Budapest Hotel is a stylistic and artistic triumph. It
tickles you and sucks you in like a great painting; it seduces you
like a wondrous piece of music. And although Anderson may seem like
one of the purest and most artsy filmmakers of today, he certainly
knows what he's doing and which buttons to push. Not only does he
seduce us with his palette, he also beguiles us with star power by
populating his film with an array of wonderful players. Let's not
dwell on the fact that most of them essentially make cameo
appearances, meaning that many of the supporting characters here are
caricatures – at least Anderson puts them to the logical forefront
and lets them decorate his film with the same unassuming elegance as
the rest of his retro-inspired visuals. The Grand Budapest Hotel
is a wonderful film, even if it's completely hung-up on its own
wonderfulness.
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