The Grand Budapest Hotel

So I'm not going to talk about the movie.
What I felt, what I loved, what I hated, the storytelling, the greatness of Wes Anderson..
None of that.
Not going to review it.
Not going to critique it.
Except for reminding you that if you like entertainment, and still have not yet watched The Grand Budapest Hotel...
Well what's wrong with you?
I'm offended!

Hah.

Today, I'm just going to talk to you about this story of me and my movie friend, Jono.

Jono and Rachel had planned to go watch The Grand Budapest Hotel on its opening night.
The arrangement of the night was made a few weeks prior, and of course, went without any hiccups -- as their relationship was fundamentally built on watching films.
As Rachel sat in a ghetto hair salon chair texting Jono and arranging times, she thought about how this movie was blessing her 23rd birthday; she will be lucky for the whole entire year.
Perhaps, there will even be a chance to meet Wes Anderson this coming year (note that Rachel likes to fantasize and is a detrimental habit of escapism that goes absolutely nowhere in her daily life).
Both Jono and Rachel were slightly appalled at the fact that this movie was opening at the largest cinema in Downtown.
Say what?
With the hype of the movie, maybe so.
So Rachel arrived at the theater with butterflies in her stomach to find that the show was sold out for the night.
Say what?
Might I add that she was 20 minutes early. She looked down at her drop crotch pants she was in and the hole she had just made down there by fussing about getting out of the car.
Now what? 
Jono and Rachel met up at another smaller (more befitting) theater. There, they grabbed their tickets and proceeded to line up. Line up. 
They reminisced of the time when they went to go watch Moonrise Kingdom and the theater's emptiness and where it opened. Definitely not citywide (one theater, Tinseltown).
What had happened, they do not really know. Why there were blogs showcasing Wes Anderson's font types over the years. Why there were blogs capturing colours that were used in Wes Anderson's films over the years. Why there were fan-made videos capturing the center-focus of Wes Anderson's films.
They had no answers.
Rachel was happy -- though a little startled -- that people were all out and about, and that she had a ticket stub in her hand. She was still nervous about entering this world of The Grand Budapest Hotel.

But we all understand what had happened.
The Grand Budapest Hotel signifies a certain burst of growth Wes Anderson had had. The complexity of his character development, the number of characters, the layers of storytelling... It is not about his distinctive style of filming nor the colours no more. Those are just natural elements that he lives in and comes to him. And all of these components of the film touched the hearts of so many more people around the world--outside the world of the Andersonians.

I added the two clips above to showcase the technicalities involved with enchanting filmmaking that we have today.

Wes Anderson bio (so you can watch all of his films)

Wes Anderson palettes (so you can gawk at his fandom)

Wes Anderson Prada commercial (so you can laugh at Jason Schwartzman--how can you not?)

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