Some artists are drawn to beginnings, to the spirited waters of hope, apprehension and expectation. Other artists are drawn to endings, to where the stream peters out, a hollow foggy with nostalgia, wistfulness and what the Japanese call mono-no-aware. Filmmaker Wes Anderson is an end-watcher. His new film, and one of his best, The Grand Budapest Hotel is a film about the walking dead. And it couldn’t be more lively.
The titular hotel is as elaborate as a wedding cake, with a pink fondant exterior dripping with white trim, perched on a side of a mountain in the fictional — but barely fictional — Eastern European state of Zubrowka. The hotel, one assumes, was built to cater to a cosmopolitan class that would eventually be uprooted and decimated by the second World War and then finally vanquished by the falling of the Iron Curtain.
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