Spoilers ahead…
Just to get the formalities out of the way, The Grand Budapest Hotel is a shaggy dog story – rather, a shaggy drawing story. Gustave H (Ralph Fiennes), the concierge of the titular establishment, inherits a priceless painting that goes by the name of… Boy with Apple, which sounds like someone’s tongue-in-cheek homage to Girl with a Pearl Earring. That someone, of course, is the director Wes Anderson, whose every frame is varnished with drollery. If the word “droll” didn’t exist, it would need to be minted for the Wes Anderson oeuvre. Just about everything is fair game – from a defenestrated Persian cat to a decapitated head in a laundry basket (which sounds like it should be the subject of its own painting). Like the Coens, Anderson sees jokes where we least expect them. A CPR procedure. The forensic analysis of a corpse with missing fingers. Diseases named “scribe’s fever” and “Persian grippe.” Nosebleeds.
But none of this comes across as misanthropic. So deft is Anderson’s touch that we – at least, those of us who are fans – laugh affectionately instead of recoiling with horror. Midway through the film, we get a scene that could serve as a metaphor for why we give Anderson a free pass. A prison guard is inspecting goods being delivered to inmates. First up is a loaf of bread. He slices it with a knife to ensure that it’s just a loaf of bread. Then comes a block of cheese. He pokes and prods. Next, a daintily beribboned box of pastries. He opens it, takes a look at the artisanal contents, exquisitely coloured and crafted, looking just so – it’d be a shame to eat these things, let alone slice and dice them up. He moves on to the next item. Fans treat Anderson’s films the same way. While we may pick apart the work of other filmmakers for imagined crimes, we do not have the heart to take a knife to his scrumptious work.
And he rewards our indulgence with a bounty of riches – from the first frame, where a girl visits a cemetery. (The entrance, naturally, is exactly at the centre of the screen; it wouldn’t be an Anderson film without these OCD-induced symmetries.) She walks up to a statue – it’s a bust, really, of an author whom the film calls… Author. And below this bust are keys, like you’d find behind the reception desk in a hotel. And slowly the story is unlocked. The girl holds a book by Author. We segue to a flashback with the Author (Tom Wilkinson), who leads us to another flashback that features him as a young man (Jude Law), who leads us to a further flashback – about the shadow of some kind of Nazism falling over Gustave H and his May-December bromance with the young lobby boy named Zero (Tony Revolori). We hear that name and purr with pleasure, awaiting the comic gold Anderson will mine from it – sure enough, Gustave H interviews Zero and finds out that his education is… zero, his experience is… zero. But the real punch line arrives when Zero falls for Agatha (Saoirse Ronan, carrying a wine-spill birthmark on her face that reminded me of the boy in Graham Greene’s The End of the Affair). Her name is no accident. It had to begin with an “A” – only then would Zero’s note to her, in a book of romantic poetry, end with the dedication “From Z to A.”
If that sounds like a spoiler, do not frown – there’s plenty more where that came from. But what’s new about Zero – in the Anderson universe – is that he’s a person of colour. He isn’t like the brightly turbaned Sikh we see in a few frames, or the locals in The Darjeeling Limited – he isn’t exotic wallpaper. He’s one of the leads. And his tragic backstory – though necessarily abbreviated (this trifle of a film cannot take more) – shocks Gustave H out of his privileged cocoon of perfume and poetry, which, really, is Anderson’s cocoon, filled with people with first-world problems. This, perhaps, explains the end-of-an-era wistfulness and the copious bloodshed, at least for this filmmaker. Even that Persian cat leaves behind a stain.
But the predominant mood is still Andersonian, so the blood doesn’t quite stick to the screen. This is a whimsical comedy, after all – though, at some point, it morphs into a Hitchcockian innocent-man-on-the-run thriller. The fun, in these latter portions, comes from seeing classic Hitchcockian scenarios (there’s even an “I Confess” scene) refracted through Anderson’s prism. The prison escape is funny, the climatic shootout even funnier, and the funniest thing is watching the superlative cast keep a straight face throughout. The Anderson repertory company is present in full force (Bill Murray, Edward Norton, Adrien Brody, Jason Schwartzman, Owen Wilson), but it’s the newcomers that stand out – Revolori, Fiennes (who’s marvelously energetic), Tilda Swinton as an eccentric grande dame (she shares a finger-in-a-socket hairdo with her screen son), and especially Williem Dafoe, as an assassin with a prognathic jaw and a fondness for leather fashions – he comes off like Dracula playing a dapper gangster. As I said, there will be blood.
KEY:
* shaggy dog story = see here
* The End of the Affair = see here
* The Darjeeling Limited = see here
* centre of the screen = see here
* Andersonian = see here
* I Confess = see here
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Ragul
July 26, 2014
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Prudhvi Raj (@prudhviraj87)
July 26, 2014
Midway through the film, we get a scene that could serve as a metaphor for why we give Anderson a free pass. A prison guard is inspecting goods being delivered to inmates. First up is a loaf of bread. He slices it with a knife to ensure that it’s just a loaf of bread. Then comes a block of cheese. He pokes and prods. Next, a daintily beribboned box of pastries. He opens it, takes a look at the artisanal contents, exquisitely coloured and crafted, looking just so – it’d be a shame to eat these things, let alone slice and dice them up. He moves on to the next item. Fans treat Anderson’s films the same way. While we may pick apart the work of other filmmakers for imagined crimes, we do not have the heart to take a knife to his scrumptious work.//
Wow so aptly put. Having seen the original version and the Indian version in theatre today, i felt the censors chopped a couple of key scenes. One being the Initial planning to escape the prison and the other scene, the most hilarious one for me, is the one where Dmitri (Adrien Brody) realise that the ‘Boy with Apple’ was missing.
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MANK
July 26, 2014
Brangan, i just didnt get the I confess connection while watching. thanx for pointing that out.Oh and the boy with the apple. I thought it was a genuine painting. What a con!.I have always loved Wes anderson films with The Royal tenenbaums being my favorite..His films always walk the tightrope between not being a totally subversive Mel Brooks parody and a Coen bros. Dark comedy.His films are very brightly lit and colorful especially in todays movies where even comic book films have become dark & monochromatic.
(SPOILERS AHEAD)
Another point out i want to make is how the film deftly pays homage to old genre movies. The prison escape scene pays homage to Great escape. The cable car transfer scene reminds one of Where the eagles dare.The sled chase reminds one from the bond movie For your eyes only or it could be a nod to the bike chase in great escape itself. they finally escapes in a bike after that.Or even the scene where Willem defoe meets his end reminded me of Lost Horizon.You must have noticed how he uses subversive casting along with his stock company of actors in his films. It was Gene hackman at his delightful best in RT. Here its Ralph Fiennes and even the likes of Harvey Keitel & F. Murray Abraham.. Never thought any body would think of casting Fiennes in this kind of role. My most favorite scene was the conversation between him and Zero after their prison break.Talking about safe houses and disguises . Every line LOL.
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Syracuse Machine Tools
July 26, 2014
I remember really liking this movie. Although specific scenes/story arcs dont stand out in my memory. I watched it when it first came out. The point is that its scenes lacked emptional intensity which is what makes me remember scenes from a movie.
But I too remember being totally taken in by the one of a kind whimsy. I remember being awed but not WHAT i was awed by.
I loveee anderson!!!
PS i have been reading your blog for years stalked you thru your multiple moves 🙂 i hope you get paid well cause your pieces/thoughts are amazingg
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Ravi K
July 26, 2014
Indian viewers are missing about 4 minutes of the film:
http://www.firstpost.com/bollywood/why-did-the-censor-board-cut-4-mins-out-of-the-grand-budapest-hotel-1632541.html
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Bayta
July 27, 2014
That’s a shame about the cuts. I was fortunate enough to see it twice on the big screen here without any cuts. Quite possibly his best movie. Such a delightful ride. Your parallel of that scene with the prison guard and Wes Anderson movies is perfect.
Btw, since you mentioned the OCD -induced symmetries, have you seen this – http://vimeo.com/89302848
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venkatesh
July 27, 2014
No snark – genuine question , I saw Darjeeling Unlimited (or whatever it was called) – and that was unbearable. How do you guys put up with the artifice of his movies ? Isn’t it all hollow and patently false ?
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Olemisstarana
July 28, 2014
Ah, another movie I can comment on – I love Wes Anderson’s work, his general oeuvre. I did however, find Moonrise Kingdom a little too twee. I think this might have come from living as an exile in Oregon, ground zero of Etsy and Instagram. One must be in that quite so perfect mood, sometimes, to appreciate Mr. Anderson, and I was not while watching Moonrise Kingdom. I was in more of a post apocalyptic slash-em-kick-em Mad Max kind of a mood after endless cups of dandelion tea and used bookstores, but that is another story for another day (btw, have you seen the new Mad Max promo?)
Somehow however, The grand Budapest Hotel managed to rise above simple twee-ness for me. Particularly Gustave, who is a pretty odious opportunist if looked at in the harsh light of day, manages to redeem himself for his protection of the weak, the underdog and his absolute refusal to respect barriers of class or race or religion, and definitely those of age. I loved this movie, BR saheb.
Some highlights for me:
The scene where the fighting breaks out on the balcony of the hotel, when Dmitri (Brody) is trying to re-secrete Boy with Apple is oddly reminiscent of the tide of the war itself with neutrals, unwitting conspirators, aggressors (don’t ask, this theory came about in a moment laced with… alcohol).
Gustave truly loved Madame Taxis, he truly believed he did, and his delightful prevaricating about what to do with the painting makes him so real.
Jude Law grows so seamlessly into Tom Wilkinson, no? (Or I should say Tom Wilkinson ungrows so seamlessly into Jude Law).
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Olemisstarana
July 28, 2014
Following up on my previous comment – this is such a weirdly unique genre, population of one. Anderson combines twee with macabre in a way he never has done earlier (he combined it with true emotional upheaval, as in the Darjeeling Limited) and no one has ever approached. I mean dismembered fingers, bodyless heads, fellatio from a nonagenarian (not that I have anything against May-December romances), murdered pets, death stare Nazi types… ooh! gives me delicious chills. I like this turn Anderson has taken, kya khayal hai?
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Olemisstarana
July 28, 2014
@Venkatesh…. isn’t almost all movie storyhood false? I do agree one has to be willing to suspend the patina of reality to get into Anderson’s work, and some of his work is harder to like (for me) than others (see: Moonrise Kingdom and this curiously unappealing tale of love between two young’uns), but this one rises above hollowness and patent falsehood. M. Gustave, despite his pompous self indulgent foppishness is truly wonderful.
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Jegan 9865
July 28, 2014
hi Rangan sir.. all I’ve wanted to know from you is how did you attain a good knowledge in English? your way of writing articles, reviews, seems so pretty in the HINDU. I’m a greatest fan of yours.
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brangan
July 28, 2014
Prudhvi Raj: The censor thing is really outrageous. They don’t look at cinema as art — it’s disgusting.
MANK: ” i just didnt get the I confess connection while watching. thanx for pointing that out.”
Just because I saw it doesn’t mean it IS there. But you know that right? 🙂
Actually, all the old movies you point out hark back to the Hitchcock template, circa “North by Northwest” or “The Man Who Knew Too Much.” It’s just that these films have speeded-up versions of those scenes.
Olemisstarana: Oh, I loved “Moonrise Kingdom”. Wrote about it here.
Jude Law grows so seamlessly into Tom Wilkinson, no? (Or I should say Tom Wilkinson ungrows so seamlessly into Jude Law).
What a lovely line. Thanks.
Jegan 9865: Thank you, but there are a ton of writers who are much better. The key to good writing is very simple. Read, read, read. Feel the burn that others are writing so well and resolve to at least make an effort to reach those levels. I’m shocked by how many kids who want to be writers tell me they don’t read (I mean, they read random stuff, web posts, etc. But they don’t really read).
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nikhilrkutty
July 30, 2014
With ref to good writing, what would you say about the challenge of avoiding the writing style of your favourite writers from creeping into your own writing? It’s sometimes difficult to judge because it happens almost unconsciously, at least for beginners. Is getting someone else to assess it the only way out?
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venkatesh
July 31, 2014
“Olemisstarana : isn’t almost all movie storyhood false?”
True – but his movies are a lot more so and the OCD of his universe stifles me. I am more taken in by the symmetry than by the goings on of the story. Just not my taste i suspect.
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MANK
July 31, 2014
Brangan- Hitchcock speeded up- well thats a great way of putting it. Come to think of it, all bond movies are Hitchcockian dramas with Bond being a creation cut from the cary grant persona .But one doesn’t think of that way today because Hitchcock has the image of the director of these dark murder mysteries thanks mainly to Psycho which was his last great and biggest success. One tend to forget that his forte has always been these smooth sophisticated thrillers with the charming cary grant\Jimmy stewart in the lead.
One more thing i want to point about TGBH, is that i mentioned Lost Horizon wrt one of the scenes. Actually when i re watched i again , i felt that the film itself was a reworking of the LH theme with the Grand Budapest standing in for Shangri La and Gustave as the High Lama, waiting for his successor ,in this case Zero who would cross deserts and mountains to get to him. Even the imaginary country Zubrowka seems to be invoking Shangri La, A world lost in time and place .
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MANK
July 31, 2014
Venkatesh, no problem bro. Wes Anderson films are an acquired taste and appeals to a very limited audience.The tag Auteur wouldn’t suit a better flmmaker and like all Auteurist works they are very divisive. , you either love them to death or hate them death.His biggest hit so far is this TGBH, which has a lifetime gross of 60M$- Thats half of what the latest Transformers movie grossed in its first 3 days.Should one say more.
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brangan
July 31, 2014
nikhilrkutty: That’s always a problem, and it’s why sometimes you shut out some writers — because you know you’re drawn strongly to their work and you don’t want any of that creeping into yours.
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Arijit
August 8, 2014
this movie was a delight to watch among the wreckage currently exhibiting in our cinema theatres….and to take an example from pastry making (since pastries are such an integral part of the film) the film had the right amount of air beaten into its dough without becoming pretentious or hollow…there isn’t much of an original story to speak of but sometimes the performances and the film making takes even a basic story to a different level altogether…this had an amazing cast but Ralph Fiennes takes the tiramisu with his masterful act…
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