Recommended. One of the distinctive features of a cult filmmaker is the look and feel of their films, specifically, their repetitive composition, framing and color selections. Kubrick, Tarantino and Wes Anderson (Rushmore) share these traits, as critic Koganada demonstrated in a viral upload. People obsess over their style. So, next question is . . . how do the brilliant ones discard or pervert these visual tropes to make a point? Anderson’s OCD orchestra hits high notes in The Grand Budapest Hotel. I am not enough of an aficionado find Waldo is all of this, but it’s fun to wonder what he’s up to. Twice Wes tells us about the ‘faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity.’ The hotel has seen better days but deep in its innards beauty and truth persevere under brown paper wrapping. Is this a film about the end of days? Dunno.