And sometimes you see a trailer and you think, "Eww yeah, not going to waste my money on that one"?
And every once in a while, out of the blue, you see a trailer for a movie you know nothing about, and it hits you between the eyes and makes you think, "I have got to see THAT."
That was my introduction to The Grand Budapest Hotel.
The trailer itself was quirky, with scenes of a huge hotel swathed in pink and Ralph Fiennes fleeing across a snowy mountainside and Tilda Swinton made up as an ancient dowager from another era.
|And Willem Dafoe at his Willem Dafoiest.|
Precocious Daughter and I loved this movie. We laughed a lot. The Grand Budapest Hotel is by turns sweet, raunchy, improbable, and really, really fun. But as good as it is, I never thought for a moment that it would be a Best Picture contender. First of all, it's a comedy, and comedies don't win Best Picture (the last one that did, and it's only a comedy if you have a pretty dark definition of the word, was 1999's American Beauty. If you're talking comedies that were actually marketed as comedies, you have to go back to 1977 and Annie Hall.). Second, Wes Anderson makes movies that tend to be cult favorites rather than "major motion pictures," like Rushmore and The Darjeeling Limited. Third, there is absolutely nothing socially redeeming or historically significant about The Grand Budapest Hotel. It's just a hell of an enjoyable movie.
I was very surprised and extremely happy when this lovely little film won Best Comedy/Musical at the Golden Globes earlier this month. When it scooped up nine Academy Award nominations - including Best Picture, Best Director, and Best Original Screenplay - I was floored. Whether it wins anything or not, I'll be happy if the cast simply shows up on the red carpet together.
Go see this movie, Drunkards. I plan to see it again before Oscar night. Two thumbs way up.