Wes Anderson's wit turns into a boring game of artsy costumes and little games.

Rating: Null/10 (22 March 2016)

Wes Anderson isn't for everyone, but you have to admit he has a creative mind that only a true artist can possess. Films like "Moonrise Kingdom" and "Fantastic Mr.Fox" stand out to me as some of the greatest in film history, possessing creativity and talent that few films have accomplished. "The Grand Budapest Hotel" is different. The adventures of Gustave H, a legendary concierge at a famous hotel from the fictional Republic of Zubrowka between the first and second World Wars, and Zero Moustafa, the lobby boy who becomes his most trusted friend. The plot is too complicated for the level of humor and creativity that Anderson is striving for. The film goes way offhand, never finding a clear direction on where it wants to go. The cast is powered with A-list actors such as Ralph Finnes and Jude Law, but not one actor gives a performance that's noteworthy. The film has its moments of subtle little laughs, but it relies heavily on its art-departments such as costumes and production design, which hold it back from becoming a film with an actual level of substance. "The Grand Budapest Hotel" plays out like a toddler with toys trapped inside a forty year-old's body, and you see that in every scene form its weak begging to its lousy end.