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The Grand Budapest Hotel

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 Grand Budapest Hotel

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…

The Grand Budapest Hotel

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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The Best Exotic Marigold film ever

Better late than never. We were afraid we’d be too late (although not in the meaning of being dead) for The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, but I suppose it’s a sign of its popularity that it’s still hanging on in cinemas, and even ones near us.

The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel

I often find films amusing, but according to Daughter I’ve not laughed this much for a very long time. So thank you to Dev Patel for his inept hotel manager, and to Maggie Smith and Co for being such marvellous old people, and airing their prejudices and overcoming a few. (The thing is I am beginning to feel very close to needing an Exotic Marigold myself.)

In the early days someone described this film in not terribly flattering words, but conceded it would probably be popular with old people. I’m thinking it must have been along the lines of those (men) who reckoned Mamma Mia! the movie was a bit of a loser. Marigold (as I’ve been calling it for some time) is a tremendously wonderful film!

The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel

Almost found myself wanting a hip replacement if I could have Maggie Smith’s lovely doctor. Not sure you’d be in a wheelchair for that amount of time afterwards, however. Being able to tell a call centre where they are going wrong strikes me as irresistible.

Wrinkly oldies are attractive. Almost dropping dead, or actually dying isn’t so nice, but better this way than through needless violence. Going abroad for your old age is not necessarily a good idea, but then staying put in the UK didn’t appear to be much better.

The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel

As others have said before me, this is a film that is near perfect.