I don't get how people can pigeonhole Wes Anderson as a one-trick pony. The distance between this film and Bottle Rocket is immense. Even the distance between this and The Royal Tenenbaums is huge. What I like most about his work is that it is a style that is constantly evolving. While the core remains the same, along the way he picks up new tricks (animation) and integrates them into his aesthetic while simultaneously tossing aside what is no longer working (Futura Bold). With Grand Budapest, everything is working: the acting is great, the sets are beautiful, the story is charming, the action is exciting, the comedy is funny and the tragedy is heartbreaking. It even serves as a comment on its own creation. I'm not overstating the matter when I say that this is honestly one of the most diverse experiences you can have in a cinema. Do yourself a favor and make a point of spending at least an evening in The Grand Budapest Hotel. You won't want to leave.
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