It wasn’t at all what I’d imagined. I suppose I was simply a bit careless and thought it’d be a touching story about a hotel concierge. In the hotel, I mean.
And it was, but only up to a point. M. Gustave reminded me somewhat of a holiday manager I encountered more than once, but I believe M. Gustave was far kinder and had rather more finesse than Mr B.
The crazy plot about a hotel concierge who sleeps with all the female guests, but who is both kind and friendly towards his recently employed lobby boy, young, stateless Zero, ought not to work. But it does.
When an old customer dies, the two travel to her stately home to pay their respects. They end up stealing a valuable painting and escaping the long arm of the law. There are some sad deaths, and when M. Gustave ends up in jail, it falls to Zero to run the hotel, as well as get his lovely girlfriend to bake cakes with files in…
Nice, light fun. No need to take it – too – seriously, and if you don’t, there is no need to be disappointed in the film. More big actor names than you can shake a stick at.
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Tagged Adrien Brody, Bill Murray, Edward Norton, F Murray Abraham, Harvey Keitel, Jeff Goldblum, Jude Law, Mathieu Amalric, Ralph Fiennes, Saoirse Ronan, Tilda Swinton, Tom Wilkinson, Tony Revolori, Willem Dafoe
When I saw comments on Facebook that people had been to see the second Stieg Larsson film, The Girl Who Played With Fire, and that it’s not as good as the first, I needed to check out the reviews in the press. I did, and for the most part they agreed, although it’s still a watchable film.
What I hadn’t realised until I read those reviews, was that the films weren’t written or directed by the same people. I knew they’d originally been intended to be shown on television, and the decision to detour via the big screen was taken as millions flocked to see the first film. I wonder why? It seems strange to treat the last two thirds of the trilogy differently, seeing as they were filmed in sequence and with the same actors. One complaint is that they have no nice cameos from the big names in acting, like they do in The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo.
Apparently the script is no better than dozens of other police films, riddled with clichéd lines. The consensus is that Noomi Rapace is very good as Lisbeth Salander still, and people in general appear to have enjoyed a long lesbian love scene. Well, it is Sweden.
On the same day as I did my research into the film reviews, I came across an article about Noomi’s next film. She has been offered a role playing opposite Dane Mads Mikkelsen, and Harvey Keitel and Elliot Gould. It’s called Clean Out and is to be directed by Barthélémy Grossmann. So things are looking good for Lisbeth.
I’m a late developer. I have only just watched Pulp Fiction, which the rest of the world discovered a long time ago. I blame my lack of early knowledge with the fact that the film coincided with the baby/toddler stage for Offspring, and I noticed nothing until The Lion King came along.
Have to admit I didn’t know what to expect. The title doesn’t inspire confidence in middle age, but reading up on the film led me to feel I might like it. And I felt left out after an NCIS episode, where Abby refers to the film, and I hadn’t a clue. So, in the interest of self education the witch recorded Pulp Fiction when it was last on television.
The verdict is, I don’t know. I think I understood the film, unlike the Resident IT Consultant, who went off to make tea more frequently than usual. Daughter is doubtful, but is satisfied she at least knows what it’s like. And Son, well if you ever watch this, when it gets to the OD scene, I suggest you hide behind the sofa for a few minutes. It’s what sofas are for.
Lots of swearing, lots of violence, and some funny bits. The concept is vaguely amusing, but I can’t say I actually enjoyed any of it. And Travolta somewhere between Grease and Hairspray is not the loveliest sight in the world. Bruce Willis was OK, and Harvey Keitel was good.
Not sure I have a favourite film, but it won’t ever be Pulp Fiction.
Can anyone tell me what’s in the attaché case?