Every couple of years I'm told by elite critis: Wes Anderson has done it again! Another irreverent classic! Another masterpiece! Whoo-hoo Wes Anderson!
And here we go again with "The Grand Budapest Hotel."
Like everything else We Anderson, someday I will catch "The Grand Budapest Hotel" on HBOShowtimeCinemaxStarz and likely discover that it's just another hyper-precious, self-conscious exercise in hipster irony that loses me in less than 15 minutes.
Liked The Royal Tennenbaums.
Everything since has been perfectly shot, perfectly quirky, and left me perfectly numb.