Who’s got the throat-slitter?
by Thom Yee

The Grand Budapest Hotel images courtesy of Fox Searchlight Pictures
I’ve been writing reviews for long enough now that it’s one of the things I’ve become associated with amongst my circles of friends, family and confidantes, and so sometimes they’ll ask me what movie they should see. To which I, of course, recoil in shock, disbelief and horror, with the reply, “… You mean you’re not reading my reviews? You mean you’re not… keeping up with what I’m doing?!! You mean… you’re not… respecting… my work?!!!!” After a good… oh, forty minutes or so, of yelling and screaming and crying and accusing and bringing back old grudges — drama — things usually settle down, apologies are exchanged, and I get down to the dense and dangerous, blood red game of… uh, talking about movies I like.
If you ever asked me to recommend a movie for any occasion, any occasion at all, I would probably never recommend a Wes Anderson movie. Continue reading






