You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it.
– Gustave H in Grand Budapest Hotel
Blessed are moviegoers who encounter a delirious amalgam of a divine cast, splendid photography, delightful comedy, brilliant writing and an insanely original story like the Grand Budapest Hotel.
Having seen the trailer of Grand Budapest Hotel a couple of times, I entered the movie hall flush with lofty expectations and left richly rewarded beyond my wildest hopes.
Wes Anderson directed the film and co-wrote the screenplay with Hugo Guinness. The final credits give thanks for inspiration to the works of Austrian writer Stefan Zweig (1881-1942), who killed himself in Brazil despairing over the future of humanity.
If you ask me, Grand Budapest Hotel is best described as a rich, classy comedy.
Set in the fictional Republic of Zubrowka, somewhere in the eastern Alps of Europe, the movie centers around the antics of the hotel’s concierge Gustave H (Ralph Fiennes) and the lobby boy Zero Moustafa (Tony Revolori plays the younger Zero and F. Murray Abraham the older version).
Our Gustave H is a concierge like no other.
Vain, superficial, insecure, and a penchant for sleeping with the hotel’s elderly blonde clientele, he is the one for whom words like sui generis and nonpareil were invented.
By the way, Gustave’s amatory inclinations head in both directions. In other words, the man is bisexual.
Zero Moustafa, a young, dark-skinned immigrant who’s fled the ravages of war in a distant backward nation, is the model lobby boy. Lips sealed, a brisk walk and anticipating the needs of guests before those needs rise to the surface.
And this unlikely pair zip through one escapade after another following the murder of Madame D (Tilda Swinton), theft of Boy with Apple and the intrusion of war.
Intensely fast-paced, the movie races through Gustave’s flings with elderly lovers, escape from prison, careening down snowy mountains, theft of a priceless painting, moving sacrifice and nostalgia for a vanished age.
The writing is top-notch and crackles with acid humor.
And surely a glittering cast like Ralph Fiennes, Bill Murray, F.Murray Abraham, Edward Norton, Adrian Brody, Saoirse Ronan, Jude Law, Tom Wilkinson, Willem Dafoe et al has never been seen together before in a single movie.
The rich and colorful setting of Grand Budapest Hotel – the hotel itself, the chase down the snowy mountain, prison and all – makes for a stunning visual feast.
One cannot lavish too much praise on magnificent movie like Grand Budapest Hotel.
SearchIndia.com is thrilled to recommend this extraordinary adventure a.k.a. Grand Budapest Hotel to the rare few Indians who have the class to look beyond the Bollywood balderdash.
Grand Budapest Hotel is in wide release now and playing in theatres all across America!
Unfortunately, its not playing in my place.
Grand Budapest Hotel is playing at Camp Hill, PA & several theatres in DC & Northern VA.
For Others: It’s playing in some Carmikes in DE/NJ, Ritz 5 (Philly) and a lot of AMC & Regal theaters on the East Coast.
See it on DVD, dont miss it.
Will try to watch it when I’m able to get hold on the DVD.
off-topic: Not sure if you watched this earlier.
Modeling plus tactile computing = Infinite possibilities.
Including in movies.
listened to any of these? – Kochadaiyaan songs
I didn’t think much of the album ….I did like Engae Pogudho Vaanam among the lot.
Remains to be seen how the songs will be picturized! With Indian movies, it’s hard to divorce music from their picturization.
A Beyonce can survive on her own without the prop of a movie. But A.R.Rahman without movies as the platform would be lost in the Indian milieu.
Apparently, they’re using motion capture techniques for Kochadaiiyaan.
I didn’t notice that you reviewed this film earlier.
Watched the movie last week when it finally released in our city.
Agree with your review totally.
I plan to see it again soon.
Absolutely delightful, visual spectacle.
Both Ralph Fiennes and the young fellow whose name I can’t recollect now were divine.