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by Eric Kohn
February 6, 2014 2:59 PM
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Review: Wes Anderson's 'The Grand Budapest Hotel' Is a Delightful Action-Comedy As Only He Could Make It

Over the years, Wes Anderson's movies have steadily developed a lush, eccentric world that operates on its own terms, and "The Grand Budapest Hotel" excels at exploring it. Anderson's colorful period piece reflects the sensibilities of its creator at the height of his artistic confidence. While it notably draws from preexisting material — namely, the writings of Viennese intellectual Stefan Zweig, though Anderson has also tipped his hat to various other wartime literature — one of America's most distinguished modern auteurs has spun his clutter of reference points into a collage-like fantasy adventure so clearly fused with the rest of his oeuvre that it belongs to the writer-director more than anyone else. Yet within the constraints of his distinctive tinkering, Anderson remains a compelling storyteller who provides an actor's playground, in this case providing Ralph Fiennes with one of his most distinguished roles. While it has many familiar ingredients — from the atmosphere to the ensemble of Anderson regulars in nearly every role — in its allegiance to Anderson's vision, everything about "The Grand Budapest Hotel" is a welcome dose of originality. 

"Once the public knows you're a writer, the stories come to you," says a narrator in the movie's opening minutes, and that certainly fits this unrestrained blend of quirk, melancholia and storybook imagery, which takes place in a made-up country during wartime and unspools as a flamboyant, insuppressibly joyous farce that could only have arrived with the ongoing confirmation of Anderson's talent. The danger with his particular sort of creativity comes the usual trapping of placing form ahead of content: His homegrown style often borders on sensory overload — each neatly designed color scheme and snappy exchange can lead to a string of visual sugar highs, like icing with no cake beneath — and "The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou" threatened to devolve into self-parody. But everything since then has shown a steady process of refinement. "The Grand Budapest Hotel" ultimately succeeds, like the similarly ostentatious "Moonrise Kingdom" and "The Fantastic Mr. Fox," at applying its capriciousness to a set of fascinating characters and real drama underneath the sense of play.

Part action-comedy and crime caper, as well as a keen satire of the same bravura fueling the filmmaking, the writer-director's eighth feature contains a dense plot that unfurls through two layers of narration: Jude Law, as a young Zweig-like writer visiting the palatial hotel in the fictional European mountain country of Zubrowska in the late eighties, comes across the cryptically cheery owner, Mr. Moustafa (F. Murray Abraham) and asks him about his history at the hotel. While a modern day Law narrates their encounter, Moustafa's narration sends the movie back to 1932, where the main action takes place. The expressive art direction literally expands beyond the frame: Each period receives its own distinctive aspect ratio — most significantly, the Academy ratio of 1.33 for the main flashback, with the boxed-in look aptly reflecting the story-within-a-story framing device.

The central figure of this period is equally a figure of fantasy on par with the setting: Monsieur Gustave H. (Ralph Fiennes), the giddy concierge of the Grand Budapest Hotel, who happily seduces the older clientele while offering dubious life advice to the young doting bellboy Zero (newcomer Tony Revolori, playing the youthful version of Abraham's character). When one of Gustave's elderly paramours suddenly dies (Tilda Swinton, under pounds of makeup in a handful of scenes), leaving a priceless artifact in Gustave's possession, he faces two oppressive forces at once: A skeptical police crew (led by a comically mustachioed Edward Norton) convinced Gustave committed the crime, while the deceased woman's crafty son Dmitry (Adrian Brody) aims to prevent Gustave from claiming the prize, and sets loose the vampiric hitman Jopling (Willem Dafoe) on a path of violence. While chaos ensues, Gustave rarely looses his smirking bravado as he barks orders at Zero, ostensibly the real hero of the story as he develops a romance with the town's young baker (Saoroise Ronan) and slowly transitions from shyness to take control of the situation.

The resulting chemistry between Gustave and the increasingly confidant Zero, as they head across the countryside with various forces on their trail, consolidates aspects of several recent Anderson ventures: Like "The Darjeeling Limited," much of the exposition takes place on a train; like "The Fantastic Mr. Fox," chase scenes maintain a marvelous cartoon-like fluidity; as with "Moonrise Kingdom," the goofy romance and high stakes plot belie the sincerely touching relationships beneath the surface. But "The Grand Budapest Hotel" manages a trickier balance than its predecessors, juggling a speedy plot with striking imagery and perceptive characterizations in the bubbly spirit of a screwball comedy and plenty of soul.

With each beat exquisitely tied to Anderson's techniques, his zippy historical fairy tale (replete with hand-scrawled chapter headings) has a thoroughly immersive quality. The usual vibrant reds and blues (elegantly captured by cinematographer Robert Yeoman) mesh nicely with Alexandre Desplat's jangly soundtrack. At once absurd and beautiful, Anderson's world has never been so spectacularly realized.

11 Comments

  • roger | February 11, 2014 10:55 AMReply

    Great comedy. Beautiful review. Thanks

  • Fannie | February 6, 2014 10:56 PMReply

    Wes Anderson makes Tim Burton look like Orson Welles. That is all.

  • Nance | March 30, 2014 3:42 PM

    What the hey?

  • Ali Arikan | February 8, 2014 11:27 AM

    What the hell does that even mean?

  • Andrew | February 7, 2014 11:12 AM

    Talk about hitting the nail on the head Fannie. Right on! And here I was all ready to be miffed at the fawning and flattery over Anderson in the comments, thanks.

  • Rogeliovitch | February 7, 2014 1:29 AM

    yeah, I think like KLAMENTYNE.. I did not understand what you meant.

  • Klamentyne | February 7, 2014 12:58 AM

    will u please elaborate? i couldn't quite understand ur comment. personally i love them both! :)

  • Orusaka | February 6, 2014 5:13 PMReply

    Excited to see this one tomorrow. Bad seat in a bad theater, but still. Couldn't resist the opportunity of seeing this one early.

  • Elephant | February 6, 2014 4:27 PMReply

    Makes me want to see it.

  • fruma | February 6, 2014 4:09 PMReply

    Very enticing review. Thanks

  • M | February 6, 2014 3:46 PMReply

    It's making me excited to see this.