These filmsmade an unfortunate discovery of their own. Audiences did not want to see one Columbus movie, let alone two.
A tightly wound, slow-burning spy flick, in which Philip Seymour Hoffman gives the kind of performance you wish like hell he was around to keep on giving.
The Grand Budapest Hotel is not set in Hungary. It’s set in the imaginary European Republic of Zubrowka. More exactly, it’s set in the little dollhouse of Wes Anderson’s head.