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by M. Faust
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It pleases me not at all to say that movies by three filmmakers whose work I generally enjoy, all opening locally this week, are not among their best. At least as a fan I can take comfort in the fact that all are likely to be hits (relatively speaking), making it easier for them to fund their next projects.
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by George Sax
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Odds are, few of the people who have seen Wes Anderson’s current screwball-retro movie The Grand Budapest Hotel judged it according to its fidelity to the literary work of Stefan Zweig, the once-internationally popular Austrian author whom Anderson says inspired it. Anderson has created a self-indulgently arch movie set in a re-imagined early 1930s Eastern Europe that is as much a focus as the complicated, briskly narrated plot or the eccentrically conceived characters.
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