WHAT I LIKED: 'The Grand Budapest Hotel,' has a very elaborate story about an eccentric hotelier and his lobby boy becoming involved in the inheritance and theft of a painting during the late 1930s. But as ever with a Wes Anderson picture, that isn't so much used to develop characters or even an anticipation about what's going to happen; it's used instead as a vehicle to observe a whole range places, people, and the intricacies of their little behaviours.
Centering his camera exactly and cutting starkly to reveal every overacted mannerism and preened set, his distinct style serves not only to satirise the subjects themselves, but also arguably the cinematic medium; a fact furthered by how the film plays so overtly with its narrative reveals. The result of all of that playfulness is both highly engaging and amusing, if hardly profound.
WHAT I DIDN'T LIKE: In many ways, the elaborate story feels like an unnecessary distraction from the humour.
VERDICT: 'The Grand Budapest Hotel,' is yet another Wes Anderson film which brilliantly satirises its subjects and its medium by over-egging absolutely everything.