Here’s the plot:
In the 1930s, the Grand Budapest Hotel is a popular European ski resort, presided over by concierge Gustave H. (Ralph Fiennes). Zero (Tony Revolori), a junior lobby boy, becomes Gustave’s friend and protege. Gustave prides himself on providing first-class service to the hotel’s guests, including satisfying the sexual needs of the many elderly women who stay there. When one of Gustave’s lovers dies mysteriously, Gustave finds himself the recipient of a priceless painting and the chief suspect in her murder.
The Grand Budapest Hotel is written and directed by my personal hero and all-time favourite director, Wes Anderson. It is his greatest cinematic accomplishment so far, as it weaves a brilliant story directing incredible actors in a visually stunning and original world.
The Grand Budapest Hotel is beautifully written. It is a story within a story within a story told by multiple narrators, and therefore through the eyes of multiple characters. Characters that are each engaging, dynamic and completely likeable (even the dubious ones). The dialogue is funny and poignant, driving us through this surreal world that I, personally would like to live in.
With this film comes a threshold of brilliant actors and performances. Ralph Fiennes, Edward Norton, Tilda Swinton, F. Murray Abraham, Adrien Brody, Willem Dafoe, Jeff Goldblum, Lèa Seydeux, Jude Law, Saoirse Ronan, Bill Murray (obviously), Jason Schwartzman (obviously), Owen Wilson (obviously) and the list goes on. They are each complicated and interesting and I would watch a movie about any one of their characters.
This world, the world of the Grand Budapest, is so wondrous. It fits perfectly in the universe that Wes Anderson has crafted with each of his films.
The Grand Budapest Hotel is perfect, therefore I will say no more, as I wish for you all to see it. Now.