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Tuesday, Mar 11, 2014

‘The Grand Budapest Hotel’: a marvel of misadventure

Wes Anderson’s complex new film shoots through history and memory like a fastball

By Glenn Heath Jr.
image-881c8ac7-ba97-45a8-a22f-48773b0dc01b Ralph Fiennes (left) and Tony Revolori

Look at any Wes Anderson film and you'll find a war story. In Rushmore, Max Fisher (Jason Schwartzman) brutally competes with Mr. Bloom (Bill Murray) for the affections a certain female teacher. In Fantastic Mr. Fox, Mr. Fox (George Clooney) and his tribe of sly pickpockets fight one battle after another against an evil farmer. Even Moonrise Kingdom shows how surprising consequences can emerge during the ongoing struggle between adolescence and adulthood. While not gushing with buckets of blood, each spills a few droplets to remind the viewer how fragile life can be. 

It's hard to fully consider Anderson's darker inclinations because he buries them under such colorful and textural Easter eggs. But the violence has always been there; consider the long list of deceased pets that litter his canon. So, what do we make of The Grand Budapest Hotel, which may be Anderson's first outright war film? Set in a fictional Eastern European country on the precipice of combat, this wonderfully manic fable pushes the nature of conflict to the forefront, almost uncomfortably so within a rowdy triptych of storylines that fold over each other like an evolving piece of cinematic origami. 

It all begins with a young woman marching through the snow in a public park, paying homage to the bust of a writer before sitting down to read his novel that shares the film's title. From there, Anderson flashes back to 1985, when the enshrined Author (Tom Wilkinson) discusses the labyrinthine nature of the story, only to be interrupted by his son, who nearly decapitates our narrator with a pellet gun. It won't be the last time bullets whiz by a character's head. 

Once back on track, the older scribe recounts his 1968 journey to a downtrodden hotel in the country of Zubrowka. A grand palace of decadence long ago, The Grand Budapest is now in disarray. The younger author (played by Jude Law) meets the hotel's mysterious proprietor, Zero Mustafa (F. Murray Abraham), who then proceeds to confess his complicated origins over dinner. Set in 1932, this final narrative layer centers on the legendary hotel concierge M. Gustave (Ralph Fiennes), a slick and posh dandy who lords over young Zero's (Tony Revolori) training as a lobby boy. 

All of this unfolds at such an alarming rate that one would not be faulted for missing a detail here and there. The only other Anderson film that comes close to this kind of velocity is Fantastic Mr. Fox, which has the advantage of being in stop-motion animation. Perhaps this makes The Grand Budapest Hotel an even nervier experiment. Anderson shoots each storyline in different aspect ratios, uses elaborate models and figurines for sets and marks key moments of the story with surprising bloodshed.

From all this chaos, both joyous and nefarious, Anderson seems to be finally grappling with the self-destructive nature of creativity. Anyone who's sat down to write a novel or a script knows how quickly you can lose sight of the narrative skeleton, wandering from one story to the next until the starting point is obscured. While never sloppy, The Grand Budapest Hotel constructs its multiple plots to reveal the poetry of such stream-of-consciousness, the endless possibility of story. That's not to say reality doesn't come crashing down eventually, an important thing to remember in a film that alludes to a burgeoning fascist state and the inevitability of death. 

The crazed adventures of Zero and Gustave M., which occur in locations as diverse as the serpentine hallways of The Grand Budapest and the snowy Alps above, are always kept in check by the deep melancholy found in each narrator's voice. This film—which opens Friday, March 14, at Hillcrest Cinemas—may look, feel and sometimes sound like a powdery screwball fantasy, but, more so than even The Royal Tenenbaums, it's a requiem for many things: friendship, family and fortitude, just to name a few. 

As the credits roll, Zero's esteemed description of the aged hotel lingers most of all: "It's an enchanting old ruin." Anderson shares the same affection for the volatile nature of memory, which always seems defined by one kind of war or another. 

Write to glennh@sdcitybeat.com and editor@sdcitybeat.com.




 
 
 
 
 
 
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