Film

The Grand Budapest Hotel

Name: The Grand Budapest Hotel
Genre: Comedy, Drama
Released: 2014
Cast: Ralph Fiennes, F. Murray Abraham, Tony Revolori, Adrien Brody, Willem Dafoe

Wes Anderson's most purely enjoyable film: a nested-frame caper about a legendary hotel concierge, his loyal lobby boy, a stolen painting and a fortune up for grabs, all wrapped in candy-pink production design. It's fast, funny, violent in small bursts, and quietly heartbroken underneath. Perfect for anyone who wants precision comedy with real melancholy hiding in the wallpaper.

TMDb rating

8.0

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