The Grand Hotel Budapest is the most overrated, contrived and pretentious movie I've see in a long time. The audience is supposed to love it because it is a welcome break from those horrible cgi sci-fi movies, explosions, blood an gore epics and insipid romcoms that are about all Hollyword produces anymore. Sorry, this isn't much better. It is predictable that the artsy crowd would fall in love with it, since it is calculated to appeal to them. Anderson has it screaming "Look at me, I'm an artiste!!" in every frame.

Of course, it didn't help that it starred one of my least favorite actors Ralph. Fiennes. I swear, one these days he's going to win a best actress Oscar.