The Grand Budapest Hotel

A writer spends a while at The Grand Budapest Hotel, once a notable destination now much reduced and while there meets the similarly famously faded proprietor.

Sitting down to dinner with them our writer is spun a rambling tale of love, war, a contested legacy and a stolen old master painting that led to them becoming the proprietor.

Packed full of familiar faces this Wes Anderson confection belongs to Ralph Fiennes.

A shaggy dog story that mixes in pastries, a secret cabal of hotel concierges, a prison break, pseudo-Nazis, farcical politeness, unexpected swearing, poetry, twinkling balalaikas and a twee Alpine state that never was.

Peak Wes Anderson but it would never have worked without Fiennes stellar performance. Highly recommended, 9/10 but I think this is something you watch once and once only.