David Edelstein reviews The Grand Budapest Hotel—the latest from Wes Anderson:
Composition and color isn’t incidental—it’s the whole deal. The mountainside Grand Budapest is a miniature—a dollhouse—reached by model train. Inside, it expands. It’s immense. The choreography of staff and guests is busy and militaristic in its precision. The colors are intense: pink walls, crimson carpets, staff waistcoats of electric magenta. Anderson can make you dream of a design for living on a higher, more beautiful plane.
the sun is anchored on the opposite side of earth.
a singular breeze sweeps through town
inhaling incandescent light like hanging dust
and sputtering black in the air;
my eyes fill with it,
I am stopped and compelled still, under the sky
when I sleep
i dream of treading
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