With Moonrise Kingdom and now this one, it feels like Anderson is going bigger and bigger on style, smaller and smaller on substance, and unreasonably over the top when it comes to cameo casting. (We’re never going to get the Wes Anderson of Rushmore and The Royal Tenenbaumsback, are we?… Bummer.)
But as much as I couldn’t stand Moonrise Kingdom, I thoroughly enjoyed Grand Hotel Budapest. Pure fun from beginning to end, M. Gustave (Ralph Fiennes) is such a grandiose and irresistible creation, and the Grand Budapest Hotel itself is a rather dazzling piece of set design.
Out of the zillion familiar faces that populate The Grand Budapest, here are ten that in my opinion add real flavour to the film:
Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra - What We Loved Was Not Enough
Off their new album Fuck Off Get free We Pour Light On Everything.
Out of the 60+ cinema releases of 2013 I got to see, here are 26 that stood out (in alphabetical order):
12 Years a Slave / A Field in England / Before Midnight / Beyond the Hills / Blackfish / Blue Jasmine / Captain Phillips / Dallas Buyers Club / Frances Ha / Gravity / Her / I Wish / Inside Llewyn Davis / Leviathan / Like Someone in Love / Lore / Me, Myself and Mum / Museum Hours / Rush / Shell / Stories We Tell / The Act of Killing / The Great Beauty / The Selfish Giant / Wadjda / What Richard Did
And here are some I have yet to see:
The Wolf of Wall Street / A Touch of Sin / The Lunchbox / The Past / Stranger by the Lake / Child’s Pose / The wind rises / Short Term 12 / Fruitvale Station
Tiny Ruins - Met At The Museum, You In The Winter Gardens
Mr Little Jeans is the pseudonym of Norwegian electro-pop singer, Monica Birkenes (the name comes from a character in Rushmore).
This spring-reminiscent tune keeps you moving with a tingly baseline, deep guitar riffs and tight vocals.
The song is off of her new EP but we’re holding out for her full-length album “Pocketknife” which comes out on March 25. That gives us just enough time to put “Good Mistake” on repeat until our ears won’t stop ringing and our feet are danced raw.
Fucked up, disturbing, deeply affecting, verbally & visually highly articulate. Also, packed with humour. The fairy-tale-like narrative is well crafted and feels old school. Von Trier at his best, if you ask me.
Sidenote: the scene when Joe & Jerome’s young son ventures out on to the balcony to the sound of Handel’s aria is an eerieclin d’oeiltoAntichrist.
[Seen @ Curzon Mayfair, London, on Sat 22 February 2014]