The Grand Budapest features a drab storyline, wrought from the dullest fairy tales. The cast is of a magnificent blend, but their name alone is the upside. They make minute appearances, lasting no longer than several minutes in length, and as noted earlier, manipulated in an unfavorable way by the director- casting their acting skills to the toilet. The three stars I do grant this movie comes from the performances given by Ralph Fiennes, and an honorable mention to Tony Revolori. Ralph Fiennes commands the screen, drawing the illusion that he truly was a concierge in the 1960's.

The director makes use of novice camera tricks, and the movie has the feel of a parody the likes of which has been seen in Monty Python, and Weird Al Yankovic music videos. This is not a notable movie, and a tremendous letdown by the ratings from IMDb, Metacritic and Rotten Tomatoes, it really should be titled The Grand, Blandest.