“To him who has often
told the tales of others, many tales will be told.”
In
Wes Anderson’s most recent film, the auteur finally best himself after the
phenomenal Rushmore. The Grand Budapest Hotel is the second
Wes Anderson film I watched in theaters, and after exiting the theaters with my
brothers, I was the only one who was continually mentioning how spectacular the
film was hours after we had watched it. Every single element of this
masterpiece is far more than satisfying, and Anderson exceeds all expectations.
It is both an absolutely epic film, and an incredible experience.
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Anderson’s style reaches its highest, most developed point in his career here.
Every individual shot is delicately engineered and brilliantly executed. I have
come to the conclusion that this film is indeed, more detailed than Fantastic Mr. Fox, and each shot is
packed to the brim with Wesiness, and more symmetry and lateral whip-pans are
present than ever before. The film demonstrates massive blocking, overwhelming
choreography, and an intensely beautiful color scheme. The three aspect rations
that the film sports, used for its three separate time periods show how much
control Wes has over this particular film. He also uses the 3:4 ratio like no
one has before. After Moonrise Kingdom’s
brief foray into relative normality, Wes Anderson has returned to his quick
witted, creative self.
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Anderson makes references here to his other films. He has several shots on
trains, and the setup of those shots may remind one of The Darjeeling Limited. He uses shots on motorcycles in the same
fashion as he did in Fantastic Mr. Fox,
with one characters head poking out from behind the driver. In addition, he
uses several miniatures in the film, brilliantly and beautifully. The Grand Budapest Hotel is also Wes
Anderson’s most violent and suspenseful film yet. Several characters are
brutally murdered. One is beheaded, fingers are chopped off, and in the climax
of the film there’s a gigantic shootout.
Add
to all of this, the score. Alexandre Desplat’s third soundtrack for Wes
Anderson is without a doubt his best yet. It is magnificently energetic, adding
just the right tone to each and every scene, at least those touches that Wes
could not provide himself. The score works on several themes, most of which are
very fast. They’re used exceptionally well in the film, most notably in a chase
scene and the climax. The film has an odd lack of any compiled soundtrack, but
Desplat compensates for that with ease, causing the film to feel even more
original.
The
cast is absolutely amazing. This is debatably the best he’s had yet. We are
presented with an enormous number of cameos, and we have some rather large
actors playing some rather miniscule roles. Among this crew is Owen Wilson,
Bill Murray (of course), Bob Balaban, Wallace Wolodarsky, and Waris Ahluwalia.
All of those actors have had a role in at least one of Anderson’s previous
films. Some of the children from Moonrise
Kingdom even make appearances. The main cast is also superb. Ralph Fiennes
is extraordinary, and says every line with grace and candor, in the precise and
delicate way they should be said. Tony Revolori displays a similar expertise,
and will likely be returning in future Anderson movies. Willem Dafoe expertly
plays a chilling assassin, known professionally as a ‘private inquiry agent’.
Oscar-winning actress Tilda Swinton is hardly recognizable in pounds of makeup,
as the dowager countess Madame Celine Villeneuve Desgoffe und Taxis. And Adrien
Brody plays a wildly cursing, temperamental and money-driven count with
murderous intentions.
This
story is filled with many moving parts and highly influential characters. All
the characters have different intentions, which makes the plot all the more
exciting and suspenseful. A.J. Henckels is trying to enforce the law, but has a
friendship with Gustave H., the very man he’s trying to capture. Dmitri, the
son of Madame D., is working only for selfish gains and seems willing to cut
down anyone in his path (at least via J.G. Jopling, the murderer). And Agatha,
Zero’s beloved fiancé, has a devotion to Zero of course, but also wishes to
remain morally right, as she states, “I don’t trade in stolen property.”
Oddly
very few relationships are explored, but are instead rooted in the past and
offscreen events. Among these sorts of relationships are the relationship
between Madame D. and Gustave H., the relationship between Henckels and Gustave
H., and the relationship between Zero and Agatha. This gives much support to
part of the focus of the film, the idea of storytelling. In storytelling, not
all is revealed. We don’t know much about these relationships because either
Zero doesn’t know, or he’s not willing to speak of it (as is the case with his
relationship with Agatha). The one truly supported relationship in the story is
of course the one we should know well and the one Zero would reminisce about
most: his relationship with the concierge, Gustave H., who instead of remaining
his employer, becomes a true friend, and a sort of brother.
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Anderson defines the word auteur in almost all of his films, but especially in
this one. Composed of many exciting and grand scenes, this film is a
captivating, fun journey. Everything visual, from the decoration
of all of the locations (especially the Grand Budapest), to the elaborate and
eye-catching wardrobe is beautiful, and demonstrates great control from Wes
Anderson. The Grand Budapest Hotel
examines the beauty of storytelling with its story within a story within a
story.