Monsieur Gustave H. might be the greatest Wes Anderson character ever. How can you simultaneously be that scummy and that sophisticated? The Alexandre Desplat soundtrack bumps. The production design is impeccable. The caper comedy plot is god damn ridiculous but it totally works due to the tone of the film. The nesting doll structure is like Inception for Wes Anderson’s brain. The movie even finds the time to take on fascism. The Grand Budapest Hotel is up there with The Royal Tenenbaums and Rushmore. Truly.