Judging on the plans alone, Wes Anderson's latest mad maze of a movie attempts to out-Wes Anderson all his previous films.
It's got a cast list that goes on for days, roping in many of his regulars and a few newbies. It's got a production design that outdoes anything in the gently esoteric American director's past elaborate creations.
It's got a leap into an imagined, idealised past to the once elegant hotel of the title in the fictitious country of Zubrowka on the eve of World War II. It's got a story-within-story structure of three different periods, all exhibiting a fine collection of moustaches.
Thankfully The Grand Budapest Hotel has also something other than just prickly top lips and rampant Andersonesque quirks.
It's got a loopy plot involving murder, a valuable painting bequeathed in a will, a prison escape, and the undying loyalty of a lobby boy called Zero (Tony Revolori) to his hotel concierge mentor Monsieur Gustave (Fiennes).