The Grand Budapest Hotel

Updated: 27 Mar 2014

Time Out says

Rating: 4/5

Dir: Wes Anderson (2014, 100 minutes). Cast: Ralph Fiennes, Saoirse Ronan, F Murray Abraham, Tilda Swinton, Tony Revolori, Adrien Brody. Opens Apr 3.

There’s nothing like the glow of a truly great film – and this could be Wes Anderson’s keeper – to trigger some niggling reservations. Let it be said that somewhere along the way, after his mighty ‘The Royal Tenenbaums’ and before ‘Fantastic Mr Fox’, cosy became interchangeable with stifling, and the director’s perfectionism started to feel like a noose (at least to this neck). All Anderson had to do was fling open the doors: ‘The Grand Budapest Hotel’, set in a towering pink mansion situated somewhere in a dreamlike 1930s Alps, plays like a breakthrough.

Its main character is a beloved concierge, M Gustave (Ralph Fiennes, cutting loose with his underutilised comic chops), who might as well be an elegant yet foul-mouthed version of the filmmaker himself. His regime boasts military precision, but his code is one of love, as Gustave literally falls into bed with all of his guests, by his own happy admission. Smartly, Anderson adds a foil in the form of Zero, our narrator (voiced in older, decaying days by F Murray Abraham), once upon a time a young lobby boy with a drawn-on mustache. Newcomer Tony Revolori plays him with the quaking excitement of an acolyte. Imagine ‘Rushmore’ from the point of view of Max’s intense No 2, Dirk Calloway, and you’re in the zone.

A small shift, but a significant one: Anderson’s universe, as refined as ever, is under siege. Exterior forces of fascism, like a dead guest’s furious grandson (Adrien Brody) and his thug-like henchman (Willem Dafoe), gather, representing the end of happy days. The auteur’s style – dramatic zooms, winking symmetry – is balanced against a newfound political context; this one’s his ‘To Be or Not to Be’. Joshua Rothkopf

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