the grand budapest hotel

I beg your pardon if you have already endured an n-th number of reviews of this terribly remarkable depiction of a story imagined by no doubt one of the richest imaginations I have ever encountered. Though I don’t do reviews this is merely commentary on a film that bruised me deeply at my core.
The strikingly magically pristine scenery chosen for the production, the tale grounded heavily on the profound spices of deep friendship, death, sorrow, loneliness and vocation and the beautifully spun and thought out characters whose narratives bore a distinct inclination to the perversely humorous and acutely poignant provided me with my preferable proof of a truly enchanting pudding.
I could not thank Wes Anderson and Stefan Zweig in any way commensurate to the feelings that overcame me after having undergone the experience that is watching ‘The Grand Budapest Hotel.’ And to think that in actuality such rich an endeavor never existed. I hope you enjoy some of my most beloved lines from the movie ….


“Whence  came these two radiant celestial brothers united for an instance as they crossed the stratosphere of our starry window, one from the east, one from the west…”



Rudeness is merely the expression of fear. People fear that they will not get what they want .The most dreadful and unattractive person only needs to be loved and they will open up like a flower. I am reminded of a verse,

“the painter’s brush touched the inchoate face by the ends of the nimble bristles and with a brush of colour rendered her lifeless cheek living.”



To be frank I think his world had vanished long before he ever entered it but I will say he sustained the illusion with a marvelous grace.



It is an extremely common mistake , people think that a writer’s imagination is always at work that he is constantly inventing an endless supply of incidents and episodes, that he simply dreams up his stories out of thin air. In point and in fact the opposite is true, once the public knows you are a writer they bring the characters and events to you and for as long as you are able to maintain your ability to look and carefully listen these stories will continue to seek you out over your lifetime. To him who has often told the tales of others, many tales will be told.

the writer


It was off-season and by that time decidedly out of fashion it had already began its descend into shabbiness and eventual demolition. What few guests we were had quickly come to recognize one another by sight as the only living souls residing in the vast establishments. Although I do not believe any acquaintance among our number preceded beyond the polite nods we exchanged as we passed in the Palm Courts, the Arabian baths and on board the Kolinhert Funicular.

We were a very reserved group it seemed and with no exception solitary.

the writer


In any case one evening as I stood conferring elbow to elbow with Monsieur Jean as had become my habit I noticed a new presence in our company. A small, elderly man smartly dressed with an exceptionally lively intelligent face and an immediately perceptible air of sadness. He was like the rest of us alone but also I must say he was the first that stroke one as being deeply and truly lonely, a symptom of my own medical condition

the writer


This is undoubtedly one of the best movies i have ever had the pleasure of watching.



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