FFS Movie #3: The Grand Budapest Hotel
I think this review hit the nail right on the head by calling it a "dollhouse dramedy," because doll-like is exactly what this movie oozes -- bright colors, sharp camera movements, methodical and angular and seriously intricate set design, and long shots to make the characters look like figurines -- and I think that is exactly what makes this movie (all of his movies, really, but this one in particular) so charming, quaint, and yes, quirky. I personally agree more with this review:
I chose to watch this movie last because I wanted to see what distinguished each movie from the next in terms of ratings, and this one did not disappoint! It was, I think, his most action-packed, complex (because of the amount of subplots interweaving different characters through different time periods), and raunchy (as raunchy as Wes Anderson can be, that is). It's fantastic.
This is a good, concise summary of the movie, extremely watered down. There are many more subplots of Zero's, Gustave's, and others', and the whole movie is kind of bookended by Jude Law storytelling his encounter with old Zero storytelling his past with Gustave, which is then cut back and forth from for the rest of the movie until it is wrapped up at the end. It's so complicated and sharp that I think I need to watch it again without taking notes to make sure I picked up on everything.
Like I previously mentioned, this movie seems to be the most dollhouse like of all of his movies. Every camera motion was so snappy and angular, and the set design really was like a map where each room leads to another which leads you up/down an elevator to another room which leads you to an adjacent room which leads you out the door to a very angular street with angular cars that have sharp turns that lead you to more angular buildings. It was all very neat and tidy looking. In terms of camera movements, I noticed a lot of pans. Often, it was when a character arrived unannounced somewhere and took the others by surprise. The pans were almost always composed of 2 180 degree pans: one from the surpriser to the surprisee, and one back. For example, Gustave and Zero marched into the will-reading for Gustave's dead lover, going unnoticed until his name was read in her will instead of her family members' names. When he timidly raised his hand in the back of the room at the mention of his name, the camera panned between his bewildered face and those of the incredulous relatives. These pans went in circles, so the camera never panned left to right and then back right to left, if that makes sense. I thought this was a neat touch because it really oriented the viewer in the room while simultaneously disorienting her with the quick motions and blurring images.

In terms of what makes this a Wes Anderson movie, this was the most storybook-like, dollhouse-esque of all of his movies that I have seen. Of course, they all have the intermittent screens breaking the movie into chapters and "parts." This one, though, with its rich and often monochromatic colors, pictureque hotel model (it was actually pretty tiny in real life) and ski lift models, and angular set-design and camera movement, made it feel even more planned out and carefully organized. This was also his most gory, raunchy, and fast-paced, so I wonder whether the pristine...ness of the movie was to intentionally counteract or make ironic the controlled chaos that was unfolding plot-wise. Just like what that second review said, Anderson did not waste a minute of this movie on the frivolous; it honestly felt like if one of his movies took caffeine pills and was the most Wes-Anderson-y that it could possibly be.
I watched this movie with my dad, and I feel like the conversation is pretty noteworthy; it's an idea I've thought about a lot in the past about Wes Anderson's movies. He asked why his movies always have these deeply disturbing subplots and upsetting character backstories; either he has some past trauma or otherwise is a sicko. I actually think that this adds such an important layer of nuance to his movies. Because they're drenched in color, whimsy, dry humor, and generally ridiculous plotting by the intensely-driven characters, they could easy be dismissed as totally unrelatable and devoid of exigence or purpose. But, because they're grounded in these actually very somber memories (Max Fischer's mother died when he was young, Chas Tenenbaum's wife died young, and Zero's entire family was killed in a war, forcing him to flee) and events and because you can see how these drive all the actions of the characters they affect, they feel much more real. You can connect with Max Fischer as he simultaneously throws a temper tantrum, negotiates with the headmaster, and writes the school play; you can empathize with the childish, paranoid Chas Tenenbaum as he screams at his kids to prepare for an impromptu fire emergency; you can even connect with Zero, entirely expressionless and monotonous, a true man of few words. It's these moments of real suffering that connect you with these otherwise impetuous, irrational characters. I don't think he's a sicko -- I think it's actually pretty brilliant.
I also realized just now that I forgot to rank these movies for FFS like the other MYST posts... if that's something we need to do, I'll do it for the final summary post.

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