This is a 3 Second Review:
If you’re willing to hop on board Wes Anderson’s bendy tour bus of weird delights, then a stay at The Grand Budapest Hotel will be a most restorative retreat from reality.
With more symmetrical shots, long dolly rides and theatrical sets than ever before, Anderson’s film, within an autobiography, within a novel is a pure distillation of all things Anderson.
Anderson’s personal vision may well delight, or discombobulate, but it’s his skill with casting and subsequently drawing magical performances from said cast that sets Grand Budapest apart. Ralph Finnes has never been so charming.
Surely this is Anderson’s Magnum Opus.