Dear Katharina Hafermaas, Miniature Model Painter,
No one builds precious little worlds quite like Wes Anderson. Well, almost no one. His signature as an auteur has become so formulaic that even SNL can forge it damn-near perfectly. The hyper-real colour palette, the center-framed shots, the snap-pan camera movements, the ironic pop-score, the mannered acting, and, in his most fantastical films, the use of miniature sets—all of this reminds us constantly that we’re in Wes’s world. It’s a place I don’t mind visiting, but not somewhere I’m able to stay for extended periods of time. Not unlike The Grand Budapest Hotel itself. Although, for once, it’s not because the film wears out its welcome, but due to the actual danger involved.