The Grand Budapest Hotel

Greetings! Welcome to Magellans at the Airport Travel Agency, I’ll be helping you for today. Looking to get away from it all but not sure where to go? Eager for a relaxing stay in a refined, high-class environment? Well let’s take a dive into this file here and see what we can’t scare up for you. Hmm, the Bates Motel? Nice place but the showers are a bit dodgy. Hotel Earle? Run by the Coen brothers but I think it burned down a while ago. The Overlook? I think they’re in the winter season and you DO NOT want to stay there during the off season. Ah, here’s a good one, the Grand Budapest Hotel. Now this is an establishment with class, my friend, a true blast from the past complete with lobby boys, ornate rooms, and even elevator assistants from back when people couldn’t be trusted to press a numbered button. Might be a little tense right now what with the war on, but it would be worth a visit just to meet the concierge, a man so eccentric and ostentatious he makes Elvis look like the worship pastor in a small midwestern church. I guarantee you’ll have a good time there, and when you’re done come back for a recommendation on where to, uh, watch next? I don’t know, this metaphor is getting strained, the point is that we’re reviewing the 2014 Wes Anderson film The Grand Budapest Hotel this week, and, like all Wes Anderson movies, its style is ornate and its characters eccentric. Nathan and Elliot have plenty of thoughts on Anderson’s most well known offering, so let’s check in, get unpacked, and hit the pool for all the banter, analysis, and recommendations that you know and . . . well, that you know. Let’s do it to it!