A clear masterpiece of the sunrise. Most pictures are made for the nighttime ritual of popcorn o.d.'s and soda rushes. Not this. Some wink. When a masterpiece is a masterpiece, it's one watched in the dawn of the day and far from beyond enjoyed ... but entranced and deeply inspired, opening of your imaginative soul, releasing and easily creating movies of your own in such simple touch and a stare down, eye to eye, with the majestic yet petite beauty of the world. Not only sets the tone, but really plunges into you. Unnoticed when experienced. Only a whistling excitement throughout. The side-effects will carry on, and plunge to a divinely emotional realm inside the soul. A place without measure, without detection or perfections. It is a place where nothing is everything, and everything is heart-rendering. Hiccups of emotion, from burst inspirations endless. Deep down, one by one, & piece by piece, unravelling empowered moments of the movie in your head. Those are the most unforgotten days in life. Our unfortunate lack of patience and time is shameful. The feeling of inspiration is inhuman, thus unreal and sarcastic in the moment. It's in spirit. And that's what this film, The Grand Budapest Hotel, does. Bow down and surrender, for all and for everything. The journey this cinema bares to reach within us, is the journey of the divine, and is worth more than such time. "All this is true because it rhymes." ...and back again.
Review of The Grand Budapest Hotel
