Wes Anderson's latest follows a sprawling cast of characters who visit (or surround) the titular hotel over the years, all encountered by its famous concierge Gustave (played in flashbacks by Ralph Fiennes). In the span of less than two minutes, storylines involving a stolen painting, a mysterious death, and Gustave beating the crap out of another man are all introduced, woven together by short monologues from the principal players.
In typical Andersonian fashion, the kids are precocious, the costumes are great, beloved actors are almost unrecognizable (Tilda Swinton's in there somewhere under that old woman disguise), and the character names are strange beyond all reason (Adrien Brody plays a fellow named Dmitri Desgoffe-und-Taxis). In short, it looks confusing, strange, and awesome.
"The Grand Budapest Hotel" opens its doors on March 7, 2014.