My friend Jenni and I had planned to go see The Grand Budapest Hotel weeks ago, back when it first opened.
But things like Days of Future Past got in the way and we simply missed our opportunity (or so we thought). But then, quite serendipitously, I was presented with an open Saturday night in Atlanta after a get together for the volunteers of the Atlanta Film Fest. There was an array of movie merchandise that was made available for anyone to snag and someone pointed out the fact that there was “a really cool Mendel’s box over there” if I was so interested. “Mendel’s box?” I asked. “I dunno what that’s from.” “Grand Budapest Hotel,” my friend replied. “Haven’t you seen it?”
Over the next two hours nearly everyone who was present at our post-Fest shindig encouraged me to catch Wes Anderson’s newest feature endeavor ASAP because it was awesome (these are people who volunteer to work 50 or 60-hour weeks at a film festival for free so, you know, they really like movies). Lucky for me, one theater in the area was still screening it and there happened to be one showing left for the day. So, as fate would have it, Jenni and I had not missed our chance to see it on the big screen after all.
If you’re unfamiliar with Wes Anderson (and I would assume you aren’t as you are reading an amateur blogger’s humble opinion on all things film related so you must harbor a passion for movies like my friends at the fest do and, thus, would be familiar with a director like Anderson), some of his more notable projects include Moonrise Kingdom, The Fantastic Mr. Fox, The Life Aquatic and, of course, The Royal Tenenbaums. He’s known for his vivid color pallets and theatrical set design as well as his large casts and consistent collaborators like Bill Murray, Owen Wilson, and Jason Schwartzman. All of whom appear, at some point, in Grand Budapest.
The Grand Budapest Hotel does feature these regular Wes Anderson players but focuses, for the most part, on talent that has not frequented his projects. His latest endeavor’s central cast includes Ralph Finnes and newcomer Tony Revolori, along with Saoirse Ronan, Adrian Brody, Willem Dafoe, Edward Norton, Jude Law, Jeff Goldblum, Tom Wilkinson and Tilda Swinton, just to name a few. If you still don’t know what in the hell film I’m talking about, here’s a trailer for your viewing pleasure:
The trailer does a pretty bang-up job of outlining the nearly-convoluted plot of Grand Budapest, a story in which a young man with designs on being a lobby boy (Revolori) falls under the mentorship of Mr. Gustav H. (Finnes), the manager of The Grand Budapest Hotel. Mr. Gustav, who has affairs with multiple clients during their stay at the luxury hotel, carries a particular affection for Madame D. (Swinton), who very suddenly dies with an enormous fortune left to be sorted out amongst her family. Disaster inevitably strikes when Madam D.’s son Dmitri (Brody) discovers that Gustav was left with the family’s most prized possession, a painting titled “Boy with Apple”. Gustav is almost immediately framed for Madam D.’s murder and, thus, must hide the painting and prove his innocence before Dmitri’s hit man, Jopling (Dafoe), gets a hold of him or the authorities, led by Hinckels (Norton), capture and incarcerate him.
In many ways, Grand Budapest follows the patterns of Anderson’s style to a ‘T’. Visually, the film is vivid and distinct, as many sets are not magicked into looking less like models and backdrops are often hand-painted canvases to give a sense of presentation. Everything about Grand Budapest, in fact, is fairly dramatically presentational. The costumes and make-up design are often slightly ludicrous, the editing is quick and the dialogue, sharp. The plot itself is, get this, a triple framed narrative. That’s right, this film is about a girl reading the works of our unnamed Author (Wilkinson) who is detailing his experience visiting the Grand Budapest in his youth (Law) and meeting Mr. Moustafa (F. Murray Abraham) who then invites him to a dinner during which he explains his experience serving under Mr. Gustav as a lobby boy.*
*If you didn’t follow that, it’s cool. I’m still trying to work it out myself.
The interesting thing about Grand Budapest is despite it’s theatricality and humor, as Anderson films often possess, this narrative has more grit that anyone would be able to gather from the trailers or even an outline of the plot. The film ends up being a thinly-veiled allegory for the political culture in Europe between WWI and WWII, with Zero being a refugee of some kind, Hinckels being an officer of the ZZ (obviously representing the SS), and the death, literally and figuratively, of aristocratic culture, represented by the literal death of Madam D. and the failure of The Grand Budapest Hotel in later years, as detailed by our first narrator while visiting the hotel in the mid-1960s.
This is not to say that previous Anderson projects lacked heart, but the assertion can easily be made that this latest addition to the Anderson filmography carries more weight, more drama and more humanity that it’s director had previously shown. It’s as dryly witty as anyone can anticipate but with all the depth and feeling that was as surprising as it was pleasant. Like Mr. Gustav, it’s true character sneaks up on you but once it is revealed, its a most precious teacher indeed.
Stay tuned.