The Grand Budapest Hotel is a vestige of old world decorum and sophistication, epitomized by the legendary concierge Gustave H (Ralph Fiennes). But when Gustave is accused of murdering Madame D (Tilda Swinton), one of the many wealthy guests who benefit from his “exceptional service”, he must abandon the scenes of his hotel and rage through a tumultuous interwar Europe. With Zero (Tony Revolori), his faithful lobby boy, he must prove his innocence and reveal that the real fiends are Madame D’s vile family.
Anderson’s films always have a constructed feel, with symmetrical shots, striking colourisation and bizarre characters from an ensemble cast. Never has this been more appropriate than in The Grand Budapest Hotel, the quirky melange creating a theatrical world in contrast to the harsh realities of its period setting; the stage of the hotel withstanding the invasions of the rampaging world. A loving tribute to the value of stories and memory in the face of reality.