Review: The Grand Budapest Hotel

For a director with such a particularly cute style, it’s always a surprise that Wes Anderson’s films aren’t more annoying. The Grand Budapest Hotel is as Wes Andersonnerally imagined as he has managed so far, with every frame resembling the charming components of a never-ending dollhouse. Ralph Fiennes is delightful as a hotel concierge who has a liking for the older female guests, only for one to die in strange circumstances, kickstarting a surreal adventures with the hotel’s lobby
boy, Zero (Tony Revolori). Whilst every frame of the film is enchanting, it isn’t as funny as Anderson’s previous film Moonrise Kingdom, which contained the most memorable, sincere and dreamy tone of childhood. Grand Budapest is full of pretty snippets and silly plot details but none which will last much longer than the film’s duration, in fact I thought there were many moments for physical comedy which weren’t always fully realised. Nevertheless, what will last long after the credits is this amazingly imagined, beautiful world which is completely enchanting and while I don’t believe it’s Anderson’s best work, his imagination is unparalleled. Who wouldn’t want to share his dreams?

The Grand Budapest Hotel is out now. Running time 99 mins. Certificate 15 (UK).



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