Dreaming in Brighton

The Wonder of The Grand Budapest Hotel

The Grand Budapest Hotel is Wes Anderson’s most ambitious film to date. As it fluctuates at a quick pace through each scene it must be noted how it is through his latest endeavour that Anderson’s talents have fully been realised - here is a clear indication that he has entirely mastered the craftwork of film making. That Anderson constantly approaches his films as an art project is undeniable, the sheer detail that goes into each one, with everything down to the props and costumes being made to the director’s clear specifications; and this one exceeds its predecessors magnificently. The constantly changing and often contrasting landscapes, from the sparse prison walls to the decadence of the hotel, are all sculpted with such close manipulation that there is a desire to absorb every last small detail. As a craft that deserves unhindered appreciation, this is not only the type of film that you must see on a big screen, but one that you will certainly desire to see again and again - I, for one, have already planned to return this week.

If the intricacies of the design of the film are not enough to go on, then the script provides reason enough why this could very possibly be one of Anderson’s greatest films to date, and with a back catalogue of classics it surely must be noteworthy for this. The interjections of blunt and frankly crude humour throughout gives the film an edge that is charming. In a way that can be expected from Anderson it instantly manages to sway you in its direction by striving to gain your sentimental affection. Ralph Fiennes' sharp wit steals the show and keeps the audience on their toes, but there is a further dark humour to the film through its insertion of both unexpected and sometimes grotesque satire that serves to contrast with the beauty of Anderson’s settings. In succeeding to establish relationships within the frantic nature of the script, the film manages to have the sharpness of The Life Aquatic combined with an emotion that is reminiscent of The Royal Tenenbaums. Laced with an element of mystery, played out like a detective story, it is ensured that we are kept on our toes throughout. As if you could ever be concerned, there is no hope of losing concentration here, rather you’re left sitting in an empty theatre with the distinct wish that the film would never end. This is one that will go into the bank of favourites, with a fond attachment already established that I’m sure will only grow with each screening.