[dropcap]I admit that I’m a fan of Wes Anderson, but not a blind one. Amongst his movies I have favortes but also ones that I probably won’t watch again. Nonetheless I’m always thrilled when a new Wes Anderson is announced, so of course I went and saw The Grand Budapest Hotel in theatres yesterday.[/dropcap]

A lot of directors build their distinct style over their career, Quentin Tarantino, Tim Burton, and so on. The tricky thing about this is that the audience watches each new movie with certain expectations, and sometimes you are just not surprised anymore. I was afraid the same would happen with The Grand Budapest Hotel, after Moonrise Kingdom failed to really excite me. I’m glad I now can say that my fear was in vain.

The Grand Budapest Hotel is Wes Andersons fastest and most plot-driven film so far. Like a train-ride through a the familiar yet strange and surreal Anderson-world where you cannot stop to marvel at the beautiful scenery. Instead The Grand Budapest Hotel masterfully takes everything that makes Wes Anderson films great (like an excellent cocktail of seasoned and fresh cast members), spices it up with a few new sights and tricks, gracefully avoids heavy burdens that can come with World War II scenarios and delivers an enjoyable ride that comes to a gentle halt and definitely lets you sleep well at night.