In case you didn’t know, The Grand Budapest Hotel has became one of the favorite movies of 2014. Not only it has been a success at the box office but it also got tons of good reviews and now, we are in December and everyone is making their balances, the movie appears in several lists of the best movies of the year. Even it is the #1 movie for Time Magazine.
But being at this time the year it also means that the Awards season is just starting. We know that the Oscars doesn’t happen till late February and we don’t know yet which nominations it is going to have, but we can’t expect less than the best for it.
The illustrious and dashing Count Dmitri Desgoffe-und-Taxis has agreed to be the subject of an exclusive article and accompanying photoshoot for ZQ, Zubrowka’s leading magazine.
ZQ gets up-close and personal with the mysteriously glamourous prodigal son of Zubrowka, acquiring the inside scoop into the unique Count’s life of luxury, as well as his current legal troubles regarding the infamous Mme. Desgoffe-und-Taxis’ last will and testament (a ZQ exclusive you will not read about anywhere else!)
We hope you enjoy our feature article and pick up a copy of ZQ (available wherever glossy-papered publications are sold) today!
(Article and photoshoot images found below–you can click on each to view in full size)
Are you wanting to go on vacation? Do you think a fancy place like the Grand Budapest Hotel in the Republic of Zubrowka could be a good idea? Now you can go to TripAdvisor and see what people says about this fantastic place.
Ok, we know it’s not real. And if you don’t know it yet, they’ll tell you.
(For a while, I’ve been mulling on what my first contribution to this site would be, and I decided it would be something Dmitri-centric ,considering I run a part-time Dmitri RP account on Twitter [@CountDmitri].
Thus, this one-shot fic was born, since I wanted something short and sweet but still interesting to do. This is, as mentioned previously, done from a first-person POV [Dmitri], and it concerns the time period between the death of Deputy Kovacs and the falling action scene at the Grand Budapest prior to Gustave’s vindication, penned in a semi-diary style format.
It mostly sticks to canon for the sake of being recognizable, but there are some original events I’ve added which explain what our favourite aristocrat has been up to offscreen–it is also somewhat shippy [DmitrixAgatha], so you are warned).
The terrific Danusha V. Goska sent us her review of The Grand Budapest Hotel many moons ago (March 22, to be exact). We apologize for our lateness on behalf of the Grand Budapest Hotel. Please enjoy.
My Aunt Tetka lived most of her 101 years in Bayonne, New Jersey but she never learned to speak English well at all. Who needed The New York Times, Kennedy’s inauguration speech, or William Shakespeare? Aunt Tetka could sing all one hundred verses of Slovak folksongs.
Visiting Aunt Tetka was a trip to another world, a world she took with her when she (finally!) died. There were many curtains. The air was inside her home was as thick as soup. It smelled sweet, like Uncle Strecko’s pipe smoke, and pungent, of cabbage, onions, and ham. There were sepia photographs of grim faced men with serious mustaches and
women in embroidered babushkas, oil paintings of peasant huts and high mountains, figurines of goose girls, brass ornaments incised with pagan sun symbols and a graphic crucified Christ. Aunt Tetka consumed only pastries, sprinkled with powdered sugar, served on handmade doilies. Five minutes into Wes Anderson 2014 film “The GrandBudapestHotel,” I was weeping. Anderson took me back to Aunt Tetka. Continue reading “The Grand Budapest Hotel and Mitteleuropa”