The Grand Budapest Hotel has not opened in Kansas City, so I went to see it Sunday night in New York in a humongeous multi-plex with escalators and balconies. That alone was its own eye-opening experience (as was paying admission. Yikes.) I had seen previews and posters and read reviews of the film, but it hadn't occurred to me that I would be inspired by its pastel palette. Once tucked in to my seat with my popcorn and my Milk Duds, however, I realized that the lighter shade of pink that glows throughout Mr. Anderson's film is very close to the one on my dining room walls.
The true surprise, the delight, the inspiration, however, came with the combination of the aforementioned pink and this mustardy yellow, a color I love, but thought I was a bit past. In a few rooms on the set, this golden hue appears on the dado with the pink above. And there, right there, on a Sunday night in that crowded movie theater, slightly cursing the woman next to me who thought the arm rest was hers alone, I could see it on my dining room walls. Perfect, not just in its combination, but referencing the parts of me that have not changed even as I begin anew.
Photo swiped from IMDb, with no further credits available. I hope that Mr. Anderson and his people will forgive my using it if I tell you that the movie is a visual delight not to be missed.
Labels: Musings from the Dream House