Asteroid City

Asteroid City has all the trademark Wes Anderson elements:

Bright colors, maybe his brightest palette yet. Big cast of notable stars, though no Bill Murray this time. Lateral camera moves, not pans but sideways dollies (trucking is the film school term). And quirkiness galore. 

It is, however, a tedious slog. Have I ever checked my watch more during a movie screening than I did as Asteroid City was unspooling? Not that I can remember.

Unless you are a hardcore loyalist Anderson fan, you might NOT want to head to the movie house to see Asteroid City. Maybe check it out on cable or streaming in a few weeks and see what I mean. Or maybe watch some of those Youtube parody videos of trailers for classic movies if they were directed by Wes.

The framing device for Asteroid City, a black-and-white TV show hosted by a severe Bryan Cranston, appears to have been something Anderson and his co-writer Roman Coppola tacked on to add to the film’s run time. It DOES help cement the story’s setting in 1955 and it DOES give Anderson favorite Edward Norton an easy way to be part of the movie. But clever? Nope, not really. 

The story, set in a tiny town in the Southwest, not far from Monument Valley and not far from A-bomb test sites, centers around a celebration of the anniversary of an asteroid landing nearby which resulted in a giant hole in the ground. 

Among the actors who portray folks who come for the event or are already there are Jason Schwartzman, Scarlett Johanssen, Tom Hanks, Steve Carrell, Liev Schreiber, Tilda Swinton, Willem Dafoe, Matt Dillon and more.

Along with the absence of Bill Murray, there’s a lack of cool and/or obscure tunes added to the soundtrack. The two train songs that run at the beginning and end of the film are fun but that’s about it for music (which has been a part of most Wes movies.)

Anderson’s movies generally have many disparate episodes which don’t necessarily fit neatly together but somehow coalesce to add to an underlying narrative. The happenings in Asteroid City and the characters seem more disconnected than usual and the framing device (the TV show) doesn’t help.

As I have enjoyed some but not all of Anderson’s prior efforts, I had high hopes for this one. But Asteroid City is, for me, a big disappointment. Rated PG-13. 

The Grand Budapest Hotel

If the Marx Brothers were still making movies, they might’ve made The Grand Budapest Hotel. “Zany” is not a word I often use, but it’s the best word I know to describe TGBH.

Like the Marx Brothers’ Duck Soup, The Grand Budapest Hotel is set mainly in the 1930’s in a fictional country with an oddly named lead character. Rufus T. Firefly (Groucho Marx) ruled Freedonia; Gustave H (Ralph Fiennes) works in the imaginary European country Zubrowka.

Director and co-writer Wes Anderson has given us another movie with visual treats galore. This was suggested by the film’s preview trailer, which is better than many actual movies. Seeing TGBH in all its glory proves the product is as good as its tease.

The story is told via a triple flashback. A young girl opens the movie by reading a book about the hotel. Anderson cuts to the author (Tom Wilkinson) who flashes back a few decades to a time where his younger self (Jude Law) gets the lowdown from Mr. Moustafa (F. Murray Abraham).  Moustafa recalls his early days as hotel lobby boy (Tony Revolori) and his adventures with hotel concierge Gustave.

When the hotel truly was grand, dowagers (older ladies with money/property) would visit the hotel where Gustave would service them sexually. Madame D (Tilda Swinton) was among his favorites.

Following her passing, Gustave and his lobby boy take a rail journey to the funeral where they manage to steal a valuable work of art (which was supposedly bequeathed to Gustave). This is followed by Gustave’s imprisonment, which leads to a daring breakout. Throw in a wonderful wintertime chase scene on skis and sleds and the ludicrous story becomes even more bizarre.

The film’s cast includes Jeff Goldblum, Harvey Keitel, Willam DeFoe, Edward Norton, Owen Wilson, Adrien Brody, Saoirse Ronan and Jason Schwartzman. Of course, Bill Murray is there. Murray has become an Anderson “director’s trademark.”

In 2012’s Moonrise Kingdom, Anderson seemed to have dialed down the quirk factor a notch or two. In The Grand Budapest Hotel, it’s back up there. As he did with the young leads in Moonrise Kingdom, Anderson has cast an unknown in a pivotal role. The rookie Revolori does a more than decent job as the lobby boy.

The Grand Budapest Hotel may be too weird for those who prefer their comedy more direct. But if you are among the growing legion of Wes Anderson fans and/or you have a taste for something goofy, silly and, yes, zany, do not miss this movie! (Rated R.)