Wes Anderson's The Grand Budapest Hotel

"where the audience were almost WILLING the film to be funnier than it actually is"

This exactly, every hipster doofus in the theatre laughed at the most mundane things throughout. Oh my god look a cut scene to bob balaban...this is the funniest thing ive ever seen..

Give me a break. dull, boring and his schtick is getting old.

Why wld you go to a movie just to boo it

same reason they read Armond White

i went hoping to like it as i did most of his other movies.

i did laugh when ed norton first appeared. bob balaban can suck dicks in hell though

Why wld you go to a movie just to boo it

― sonic thedgehod (albvivertine), Tuesday, March 18, 2014 9:48 AM (41 minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

same reason they read Armond White

― images of war violence and historical smoking (Dr Morbius), Tuesday, March 18, 2014 10:20 AM (9 minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

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every hipster doofus in the theatre laughed at the most mundane things throughout.

this has happened every time I've seen a movie of his in the theater since Rushmore. it's quite bizarre, like a pavlovian thing.

Maybe his movies give people delight on a level unavailable to you?

say that in deadpan and I guarantee it would bring the house down.

bob balaban can suck dicks in hell though

http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51a%2BxVJdaZL._SX342_.jpg

no maybe they are just such Wes Anderson fanboys that they would laugh at anything he does.

Why would you go to a movie just to get blown?

Maybe his blowjobs give people delight on a level unavailable to you?

can be the best option if it's Django Unchained

s1ocki, you don't have to be theatrically apoplectic abt posts where i'm not criticizing you, sweetz.

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trying to imagine the level of drunkenness/dementia I'd have to demonstrate to let Bob Balaban blow me.

"apoplectic"

Pocket gay Balaban c. '69 could get it.

Joe Buck did it for cash

(Soto, remember his other johns incl Barnard Hughes)

Sylvia Miles dressed as Bob Balaban wouldn't be much better

"I have the self control to make sure I don't enjoy myself too much at a 'hipster' film"

FWIW I did think Jude Law kind of sucked as the writer and that made the whole opening of the movie drag.

Bob Balaban's kinda cute!

feel like its really hard for anyone to suck or excel in these movies

yer bananas, Willis in MK was a top-3 career perf

and Murray should've won all the awards for Rushmore

Also just wanna say that this film seemed to have a lot of Zhivago references and/or resonances, and that pleased me because I am a Zhivago stan.

that'll be good cuz i had a refresher viewing of DrZ last summer (did u go at BAM Harvey then, Hurting?)

I did yeah. It was packed. Go early if you're seeing it there so you can actually sit toward the center -- the aspect ratio + their seating arrangement made the film feel a little odd from the side seats.

I didn't think it was an especially deep film or anything but I thought it was a 100% enjoyable and fun film.

https://www.jacobinmag.com/2014/03/wes-anderson-and-the-old-regime/

And now on top of everything, instead of his usual indirect evocation of that older, deeper, darker, harder, unfathomable past in remembered songs and storybook allusions, as part of the nostalgia kit Anderson characters seem to carry about like fashionable messenger bags, he announces with this new film that he’ll present that lost world to us outright.

He doesn’t do it, of course. But even his semblance of doing it is horrible, like a waking nightmare.

i quite liked this piece but i disagree with the notion that all of wes anderson's movies are rotten to the core, just this one. nostalgia is obviously a big thing for wes anderson, and all of his memorable characters have been self-centered eccentrics redeemed by a quixotic nobility, or a refusal to see the world as others see it, in the gray light of reality. the past for the tenenbaums or for zissou is the unattainable and has no positive value in its own right; i don't think anderson really idealizes the past the way this critic seems to think he does. this is probably part of why his past two films, which have actually been set in these previous, fetishized decades, don't work (imho).

like really, who would want to watch a movie that was actually set in max fischer's fantasia, when men were men and all the rest? i wouldn't, but that is sort of what this film is.

what

this writer sounds like a total asshole

After viewing The Grand Budapest Hotel, I realized I had had it with Anderson’s fancy boxed chocolates. Either they’ve gotten toxically moldy over time, or they were always disgusting and I was too disgusting myself to notice it. To put it bluntly, I’ve decided I hate Wes Anderson, and that at some level, I’d like to think I’ve always hated him. I wish I could come up with a quick, clever way to sum up my hatred and be done with it, like Kyle Smith of the New York Post, who ends his furious pan of The Grand Budapest Hotel with the snappy line, “That’s Wes Anderson: He can’t see the forest for the twee.”

I thought that piece was obnoxious and dumb.

The film makes pretty obvious that the "nobler past" it purports to reflect on is imaginary -- there's even a line about it in the film -- something about the past that Ralph Fiennes pined for actually being over long before he was born (i.e. never existed, is how I took it).

i think the writer recognizes that with her invocation of jameson at the end and this notion of historical amnesia. there is this issue of the inversion of the past and the future, with the former usurping the latter as the screen on which we can project our fantasies of the good life. nostalgia isn't politically neutral; imagining utopia as something that was had and then lost is an easy way of thinking to slip into as it is deeply embedded in the judeo-christian tradition, but radical or even progresssive thinking probably needs to begin from the point that the past is something we need to wrestle with and free ourselves from.

idk. wes anderson is one of my favorite filmmakers and i don't really agree with the author of that piece, as i noted earlier, but i think she raised some important questions about how, exactly, the past functions in his films. this pervasive sense of loss inhabits every detail of his good films, which lends them a sense of depth even though they can be pretty superficial, even farcical, by most other measures. here he tries to represent the past directly and the whole thing becomes a total farce.

jacobin writer doesn't like nostalgia for pre-stalinist europe, funny

you'd think a Jacobin would like nostalgia for a pre-Napoleonic Europe though

i'd be into a wes anderson movie set during the french revolution

Rohmer sort of made a WA movie set during the Terror.

i love that movie!

I did too, especially how Rohmer directed the man playing Robespierre to act like Brian Cox playing Robespierre.

the lady and the duke is fantastic

One of the things I love about Zhivago is that it successfully captures the tension between past vs. future utopianism, conservatism vs. progressivism, collectivism vs. individualism etc. -- neither pro-tsarist nor pro-stalinist, and yet the main character's self-obsession and desire to live outside political reality is his tragic downfall.

Not much to say right now except Fiennes is brilliant, this is just behind the Rushmore/Fox/Moonrise upper tier, it hums along like a fine 1920s European watch, and you haters who prefer Tarantinhole or DiCapsese deserve what you get. Also the world needs more cat-killing jokes.

When you're right you're right Morbs.

not this time though.

there were no glimpses of realism to temper the cloying whimsicality

Treeship, v little "cloying" here.

Except Ken Loach and a couple others, fuck 'realism.'

i dunno morbs. this film was pretty goofy, whereas in the past anderson has managed to make films that were moving as well as stylish and funny.

it's not that there are too many fantasy elements in this -- i love the life aquatic, for instance, and there are claymation sea creatures in that one -- it's just that they kind of take over everything in this film until there is nothing else left. the characters exist in a world where real feelings like longing, loss, disappointment -- the usual anderson standbys -- just don't seem plausible. i mean, there are nazis here and they don't even cause a ripple in the adorable facade, which in some scenes is literally painted on a literal screen. which is part of the goal here, clearly, i just am not into it.