布达佩斯大饭店 英语ppt课件

it is an extremely common mistake,people think the writer's imagination is always at work,that he's constantly inventing an endless supply of incidents and episodes,that he simply dreams up his stories out of thin air.In point of fact, the opposite is true.Once the public knows you're a writer,they bring the characters and events to youand as long as you maintain your ability to look and to carefully listen,these stories will continue to...Stop it. Stop it! Don't! Don't do it!Uh, will continue to seek you out over your lifetime.To him who has often told the tales of others, many tales will be told.Sorry. It's all right.The incidents that follow were described to me exactly as I present them hereand in a wholly unexpected way.<i>A number of years ago,</i><i>while suffering from a mild case of "Scribe's Fever,"</i>a <i>form of neurasthenia common among</i><i>the intelligentsia of that time,</i><i>I decided to spend the month of August</i><i>in the spa town of Nebelsbad below the Alpine Sudetenwaltz,</i><i>and had taken up rooms in the Grand Budapest,</i><i>a picturesque, elaborate, and once widely celebrated establishment.</i><i>I expect some of you will know it.</i><i>YOUNG</i> WRITER: <i>It was off season and, by that time, decidedly out of fashion,</i><i>and it had already begun its descent</i><i>into shabbiness and eventual demolition.</i> <i>What few guests we were</i><i>had quickly come to recognize one another by sight</i><i>as the only living souls residing in the vast establishment,</i><i>although I do not believe any acquaintance among our number had proceeded</i><i>beyond the polite nods we exchanged as we passed</i><i>in the Palm Court,</i><i>in the Arabian baths,</i><i>and on board the Colonnade Funicular.</i>We were a very reserved group, <i>it</i> seemed, <i>and, without exception, solitary.</i><i>Perhaps as a result of this general silence,</i> <i>I had established a casual and bantering familiarity</i><i>with the hotel's concierge, a West-continental</i><i>known only as Monsieur Jean,</i><i>who struck one as being, at once,</i><i>both lazy and, really, quite accommodating.</i> <i>I expect he was not well paid.</i>In any case, one evening,<i>as I stood conferring elbow-to-elbow with Monsieur Jean,</i><i>as had become my habit, I noticed a new presence in our company.</i><i>A small, elderly man, smartly dressed,</i><i>with an exceptionally lively, intelligent face</i><i>and an immediately perceptible air of sadness.</i><i>He was, like the rest of us, alone, but also, I must say,</i><i>he was the first that struck one as being deeply and truly lonely.</i><i>A symptom of my own medical condition as well.</i>Who's this interesting old fellow?<i>I inquired of Monsieur Jean.</i><i>To my surprise, he was distinctly taken aback.</i>Don't you know? He <i>asked.</i>Don't you recognize him?<i>He did look familiar.</i>That's Mr. Moustafa himself.He arrived earlier this morning.<i>This name will no doubt be familiar</i><i>to the more seasoned persons among you.</i> <i>Mr. Zero Moustafa was at one time the richest man in Zubrowka,</i><i>and was still indeed the owner of the Grand Budapest.</i>He often comes and stays a week or more,three times a year at least, but never in the season.<i>Monsieur Jean signaled to me and I leaned closer.</i>I'll tell you a secret.He takes only a single-bed sleeping room without a bathin the rear corner of the top floorand it's smaller than the service elevator!<i>It was well known,</i><i>Zero Moustafa had purchased and famously inhabited</i><i>some of the most lavish castles and palazzos on the continent.</i><i>Yet here, in his own nearly empty hotel,</i> <i>he occupied a servant's quarters?</i><i>At that moment, the curtain rose</i><i>on a parenthetical, domestic drama...</i> Shit.<i>...which required the immediate and complete attention</i>of Monsieur Jean,<i>but, frankly, did not hold mine for long.</i> However,<i>this premature intermission in the story of the curious, old man</i><i>had left me, as the expression goes,</i> "gespannt wie ein Flitzebogen,"<i>that is, on the edge of my seat,</i><i>where I remained throughout the next morning, until,</i><i>in what I have found to be its mysterious and utterly reliable fashion,</i><i>fate, once again, intervened on my behalf.</i> MR. MOUSTAFA: I admire your work.I beg your pardon?I said, I know and admire your wonderful work. Thank you most kindly, sir.Did Monsieur Jean have a word or two to share with youabout the aged proprietor of this establishment?I must confess, I did myself inquire about you. He's perfectly capable, of course, Monsieur Jean but we can't claim he's a first,or, in earnest, even second-rate concierge.But there it is.Times have changed. The thermal baths are very beautiful.They were in their first condition.It couldn't be maintained, of course.Too decadent for current tastes.But I love it all just the same, this enchanting old ruin.How did you come to buy it, if I may ask?The Grand Budapest.I didn't.If you're not merely being polite,and you must tell me if that's the case,but if it genuinely does interest you,may I invite you to dine with me tonight,and it will be my pleasure and, indeed, my privilege to tell you"my story." Such as it is.Two ducks roasted with olives.Rabbit, salad? Mmm.Pouilly-Jouvet '52, plus a split of the brut. That should provide us ample timeif I commence promptly.By all means.Well, it begins, as it must, with our mutual friend's predecessor.The beloved, original concierge of The Grand Budapest.It begins, of course, with...Bring the table to the window. Yes, Monsieur Gustave.Bring the tray to the table. Right away, Monsieur Gustave.Right there. Have those been brushed and blocked? Of course, Monsieur Gustave. Pack them in the hat boxes.Is that from Oberstdorf & Company?I believe so, Monsieur Gustave.Second trunk. Who has the tickets? I do, Monsieur Gustave.Give them to me.These are in order. Wait in the corner.I'm not leaving.I beg your pardon?I'm not leaving. Why not?I'm frightened. Of what?I fear this may be the last time we ever see each other.Why on earth would that be the case?Well, I can't put it into words, but I feel it. For goodness sake, there's no reasonfor you to leave us if you'd...Come with me.To fucking Lutz?Please. Give me your hand.You've nothing to fear. You're always anxious before you travel.I admit, you appear to be sufferinga more acute attack on this occasion.But, truly and honestly... Oh, dear God.What have you done to your fingernails?I beg your pardon? This diabolical varnish.The color is completely wrong. Don't you like it? It's not that I don't like it. I am physically repulsed.Perhaps this will soothe you.What? Don't recite.Just listen to the words. Hush.Please. Not now."While questing once in noble wood of gray, medieval pine,"I came upon a tomb, rain-slick'd, rubbed-cool, ethereal,"'its inscription long-vanished,"yet still within its melancholy fissures..." MADAME D.: Will you light a candle for me, please? In the sacristy of Santa Maria?GUSTAVE H: I'll see to it myself immediately. Remember, I'm always with you.I love you.I love you.It's quite a thing winning the loyalty of a woman like thatfor 19 consecutive seasons.Um... Yes, sir.She's very fond of me, you know.Yes, sir.But I've never seen her like that before.No, sir.She was shaking like a shitting dog.Truly.Run to the cathedral of Santa Maria in Brucknerplatz.Buy one of the plain, half-length candlesand take back four Klubecks in change.Light it in the sacristy, say a brief rosary then go to Mendl's and get me a courtesan au chocolat.If there's any money left, give it to the crippled shoe-shine boy.Right away, sir.Hold it.Who are you?I'm Zero, sir. The new Lobby Boy.Zero, you say? Yes, sir.I've never heard of you, never laid eyes on you. Who hired you?Mr. Mosher, sir.Mr. Mosher!Yes, Monsieur Gustave?Am I to understand you've surreptitiously hired this young manin the position of a Lobby Boy?He's been engaged for a trial period,pending your approval, of course.Uh...Perhaps, yes. Thank you, Mr. Mosher.You're most welcome, Monsieur Gustave.You're now going to be officially interviewed. Should I go and light the candle first, sir? What? No.Experience?Hotel Kinski, Kitchen Boy, six months.Hotel Berlitz, Mop and Broom Boy, three months. Before that I was a Skillet Scrubber... Experience, zero.Thank you again, Monsieur Gustave.Straighten that cap, Anatole.The pleasure's mine, <i>Herr</i> Schneider. The strap's busted.These are not acceptable. I fully agree. Education?I studied reading and spelling.I started my primary school. I almost... Education, zero.Now it's exploded.Good morning, Cicero. Call the goddamn plumber! This afternoon, Monsieur Gustave?Without fail, Frau Liebling.What in hell is this? Not now.Family?Zero.Six, Igor.Why do you want to be a Lobby Boy?Well, who wouldn't, at the Grand Budapest, sir? It's an institution.Very good.A thousand Klubecks.My goodness.Were you ever a Lobby Boy, sir?What do you think?Well, I suppose you'd have to start somewhere... Go and light the goddamn candle. Yes, sir.<i>MR. MOUSTAFA: And so, my life began.</i><i>Junior Lobby Boy in-training,</i><i>Grand Budapest Hotel,</i><i>under the strict command of Monsieur Gustave H.</i><i>I became his pupil, and he was to be my counselor and guardian.</i><i>GUSTAVE H: What is</i> a <i>Lobby Boy?</i><i>A Lobby Boy's completely invisible, yet always in sight.</i><i>A Lobby Boy remembers what people hate.</i> <i>A Lobby Boy anticipates the client's needs</i> <i>before the needs are needed.</i><i>A Lobby Boy is, above all, discreet to a fault.</i>Our guests know their deepest secrets,some of which are, frankly, rather unseemly,will go with us to our graves.So keep your mouth shut, Zero.Yes, sir.That's all for now.<i>MR. MOUSTAFA: I began to realize that many of the hotel's</i><i>most valued and distinguished guests came for him.</i><i>It seemed to be an essential part of his duties...</i>Ah!<i>...but I believe it was also his pleasure.</i> <i>The requirements were always the same.</i><i>They had to be rich,</i><i>old,</i>insecure,<i>vain,</i><i>superficial,</i><i>blonde,</i>needy. Why blonde?Because they all were.<i>He was, by the way,</i><i>the most liberally perfumed man I had ever encountered.</i><i>The scent announced his approach from a great distance</i><i>and lingered for many minutes after he was gone.</i><i>I worked six days each week plus a half-day Sunday,</i><i>5:00 AM until just after midnight.</i><i>Our meals were small but frequent, for stamina.</i><i>Two breakfasts, two lunches and a late supper.</i><i>Monsieur Gustave also delivered</i> a <i>nightly sermon.</i>Rudeness is merely the expression of fear. People fear they won't get what they want.The most dreadful and unattractive person only needs to be loved,and they will open up like a flower.I am reminded of a verse,"The painter's brush touched the inchoate face "by ends of nimble bristles"and with their blush of first color,"rendered her lifeless cheek living."<i>MR. MOUSTAFA: His own dinner, he took alone in his room.</i><i>The identity of the owner of the hotel was unknown to all of us.</i><i>Each month, his emissary, known as Deputy Kovacs, arrived</i><i>to review the books and convey messages</i><i>on behalf of the mysterious proprietor.</i><i>On these occasions, Monsieur Gustave and our business manager,</i><i>Herr Becker, met with him in private consultation above Reception.</i><i>This was also when I met Agatha,</i><i>but we won't discuss that.</i>What do you want? Look.GUSTAVE H: Dear God.I'm terribly sorry, sir.We must go to her.We must?Tout de suite. She needs me, and I needyou to help me with my bags and so on.How fast can you pack? Five minutes.Do it. And bring a bottle of the Pouilly-Jouvet '26 in an ice bucket with two glassesso we don't have to drink the cat piss they serve in the dining car.I blame myself.She tried to tell me she had a premonition. I didn't listen.All of Lutz will be dressed in black,except her own ghastly, deceitful children whom she loathed and couldn't bear to kiss hello. They'll be dancing like gypsies.There's really no point in doing anything in life, because it's all over in the blink of an eye... And, the next thing you know, rigor mortis sets in. Oh, how the good die young.With any luck, she's left a few Klubecks for your old friend,but one never knows until the inkis dry on the death certificate.She was dynamite in the sack, by the way.<i>She was 84, Monsieur Gustave.</i>I've had older.When you're young, it's all fillet steak,but as the years go by, you have to move on to the cheaper cuts,which is fine with me, because I like those. More flavorful, or so they say.Why are we stopping at a barley field?Well, hello there, chaps.Documents, please.With pleasure.It's not a very flattering portrait, I'm afraid.I was once considered a great beauty.What does the "F" stand for? Fritz? Franz? Franz.I knew it!He's making a funny face.That's a Migratory Visa with Stage Three Worker Status, Franz, darling.He's with me.Come outside, please.Now, wait a minute. Sit down, Zero. His papers are in order.I cross-referenced them myself with the Bureau of Labor and Servitude.You can't arrest him simply because he's a bloody immigrant.He hasn't done anything wrong.Stop it, damn you!Never mind, Monsieur Gustave! Let them proceed! GUSTAVE H: Ow! That hurts!You filthy, goddamn, pock-marked, fascist assholes!Take your hands off my Lobby Boy!What's the problem?This is outrageous.The young man works for me at the Grand Budapest Hotel in Nebelsbad.<i>Monsieur Gustave?</i>My name is Henckels.I'm the son of Dr. and Mrs. Wolfgang Henckels-Bergersd?rfer.Do you remember me?I know exactly who you are. It's uncanny. You're little Albert.I'm terribly embarrassed. Release them.Release them.Hmm.Your colleague is stateless.He'll need to apply for a revised Special Transit Permit,which at this point may be very difficult to acquire.Take this.It's temporarybut it's the best I can offer, I'm afraid.And how's your wonderful mother?She's very well, thank you. I adore her.Send my love. I will.Your companion was very kind to mewhen I was a lonely little boy.My men and I apologize for disturbing you.I beg your pardon, sir.You see? There are still faint glimmers of civilizationleft in this barbaric slaughterhousethat was once known as humanity.Indeed, that's what we providein our own modest, humble, insignificant... Oh, fuck it.Where is she, Clotilde? Take me to her.You're looking so well, darling. You really are. They've done a marvelous job.I don't know what sort of creamthey've put on you down at the morgue,but I want some.Honestly, you look better than you have in years. You look like you're alive.Oh, you changed it after all. It's perfect. Clotilde? Oui, Monsieur Gustave?A glass of chilled water with no ice, please. Yes. M. Gustave ---- and. also. M. Serge would like to speak with you privately in his office. please.Oh.All right, then.I shan't be long, darling.MR. MOUSTAFA: We were escorted through a green baize door,<i>down a narrow service corridor and into the butler's pantry.</i><i>A moment later, the kitchen passage swung open</i><i>and a small servant dressed in white jolted into the room.</i><i>I've never forgotten the look on that man's face.</i>What the devil is going on?<i>I, myself, had never set foot inside</i>a <i>house of this kind in my life.</i><i>I understood very little about the events that were to follow.</i><i>But, eventually, I came to recognize,</i><i>when the destiny of a great fortune is at stake,</i><i>men's greed spreads like a poison in the bloodstream.</i><i>Uncles, nephews, cousins,</i><i>in-laws of increasingly tenuous connection.</i><i>The old woman's most distant relations</i><i>had come foraging out of the woodwork.</i><i>At the head of this congregation,</i><i>it was a disorienting coincidence,</i><i>we discovered our own Deputy Kovacs,</i><i>himself an important attorney, of course.</i> <i>He was the executor of the dead widow's estate.</i> This is Madame D's last will and testament.It consists of a general tontinedrawn up before the event of her husband's death 46 years ago,in combination with 635 amendments,notations, corrections, and letters of wishes executed during the subsequent decades.The ultimate legality of this accumulation requires further analysis,but in the opinion of this office, it was Madame D's intentionthat control of the vast bulk of her estate should be transferred, forthwith, to her son, Dmitri,with special allowances for his sisters, Marguerite, Laetizia, and Carolina,and minor gifts for various members of the extended familyas shown in the List of Recipients,which I will elucidate in due course. However.An additional codicil,delivered into my possession by post only this morning,and, by all indications, sent by Madame Dduring the last hours of her life,contains an amendment to the original certificate, which, as prescribed by law, I will read to you now. The authenticity of this documenthas not yet been confirmed by the presiding magistrate,so I ask that all parties be patient and refrain from commentuntil such time as our investigations can be completed."To my esteemed friend who comforted me in my later years"and brought sunshine into the life of an old woman "who thought that she would never be happy again.<i>"Monsieur Gustave H,</i>"I bequeath, bestow and devise, free of all taxation"and with full and absolute fiduciary entitlement, <i>"the painting known as 'Boy with Apple...</i> Wow! "...by Johannes van Hoytl..."I can't believe it. "...the younger..."What?"...which gave us both so much pleasure."The van Hoytl?Tax-free? Can she do that?Who's Gustave H?I'm afraid that's me, darling.That fucking faggot!He's a concierge. What are you doing here?I've come to pay my respects to a great woman whom I loved.This man is an intruder in my home!It's not yours yet, Dmitri.Only when probate is granted, and the Deed of Entitlement...You're not getting Boy <i>with </i> Apple, you goddamn little fruit!How's that supposed to make me feel?Call the police. We're pressing charges.This criminal has plagued my family for nearly 20 years.He's a ruthless adventurer and a con-artistwho preys on mentally feeble, sick old ladies, and he probably fucks them, too!I go to bed with all my friends.Where's Céline?What?She's dead. We're reading her will.Oh, yes, yes, of course.If I learn you ever once laid a finger on my mother's body,living or dead, I swear to God,I'll out your throat! You hear me?I thought I was supposed to be a fucking faggot. You are, but you're bisexual.Let's change the subject.I'm leaving.Wait here quietly. please.That picture, Boy <i>with</i> Apple, is priceless. Understand?Congratulations, Monsieur Gustave!They're going to fight me for the son of a bitch. Is it very beautiful?Beyond description."E'en the most gifted bard's rhyme can only sing "but to the lack of her and all she isn't!"His tongue doth..." Can I see it?I don't see why not.This is van Hoytl's exquisite portrayal of a beautiful boy on the cusp of manhood. Blond, smooth. Skin as white as that milk.Of impeccable provenance.One of the last in private hands, and unquestionably, the best.It's a masterpiece.The rest of this shit is worthless junk.<i>M. Gustave ?</i>Can I help you?Yes. Serge.You can wrap this up. please.Wrap up --Wrap up -- "Boy With Apple"?What did you want to tell me, before?I think I cannot say right now.Write me tomorrow. Lutzbahn Station!I'll never part with it.It reminded her of me. It will remind me of her. Always.I'll die with this picture above my bed.See the resemblance?Oh, yes.Actually, we should sell it.Sooner rather than later, in case they try to steal it back.Plus, something about those lunaticfoot-soldiers on the express...This could be a tricky war and a long dry spell in the hotel trade.For all we know, they could board us up tomorrow. Let's make a solemn blood-pact.We'll contact the black market and liquidate Boy <i>with</i> Appleby the end of the week,then leave the country and lay lowsomewhere along the Maltese Rivierauntil the troubles blow over and we resume our posts.In exchange for your help, your loyaltyand your services as my personal valet,I pledge to you 1.5% of the net sale price.1.5? Plus room and board.Could we make it 10? 10? Are you joking?That's more than I'd pay an actual dealer,and you wouldn't know Chiaroscuro from chicken giblets.No, 1.5 is correct. But I'll tell you what,if I die first, and I most certainly will, you will be my sole heir.There's not much in the kitty excepta set of ivory-backed hairbrushesand my library of romantic poetry,but when the time comes, these will be yours, along with whatever we haven't already spent on whores and whiskey.This is our sacred bond.I'll draw it up right now.I, Monsieur Gustave H, being of relatively sound mind and body,on this day, the 19th of October,in the year of our Lord 1932...<i>MR. MOUSTAFA: He never told me where he came from.</i><i>I never asked who his family had been.</i> Excuse me.Uh-huh?The police are here. They asked for you.Tell them I'll be right down.Okay.Have you ever been questioned by the authorities? Yes, on one occasion I was arrestedand tortured by the rebel militiaafter the Desert Uprising.You know the drill, then. Zip it. Of course.You've never heard the word "van Hoytl" in your life. Okay, let's go.How may we serve you, gentlemen?Ah, Inspector Henckels."By order of the Commissioner of Police, Zubrowka Province,"I hereby place you under arrest for the murder "of Madame Céline Villeneuve Desgoffe und Taxis."I knew there was something fishy.We never got the cause of death.She's been murdered and you think I did it. HENCKELS: Hey!Stop!What happened?What happened, my dear Zero, is I beat the living shitout of a sniveling little runt called Pinky Bandinskiwho had the gall to question my virility, because if there's one thing we've learned from penny dreadfuls,it's that, when you find yourself in a place like this,you must never be a candy-ass.You've got to prove yourself from Day One.You've got to win their respect.You should take a long look at his ugly mug this morning.He's, actually, become a dear friend.You'll meet him, I hope.So. You've talked to Kovacs?I saw him last night in secret.He made me take an oath on a Bible I wouldn't tell a soul.You're supposed to also.I'll do that later.He suspects you're innocent.Of course he does.What's the charge?In the small hours of the evening of 19 October, an individual well-known to the house and staff, a Monsieur Gustave H,did arrive at the Desgoffe und Taxis residence in Lutzand entered by the rear service alley,alerting no one to his presence,and did then proceed by way of back stairs and servants' passage,to deliver himself into the private chambers of Madame D.There is no evidence to indicate whether this visit had been pre-arranged with her or not.The next morning Madame D was found dead by strychnine poisoning.Monsieur Gustave was not observed on the premises againuntil, of course, 24 hours later.The identity of his accusers is madeclear in this notarized deposition.They include, essentially, all members of the extended family,but the key witness who actually ostensibly saw the alleged eventsappears to have fled the jurisdiction.His whereabouts are currently unknown,but he's being sought and pursued by the relevant authorities.。

The best travel movies of all time 史上最佳的旅行电影Movie theaters around the world have closed amid the coronavirus outbreak. Fortunately, there's never been a better time to catch up on classic oldies and cherished favorites. Below, read our picks for best travel movies:在疫情暴发的背景下，世界各地的电影院都已歇业。

幸运的是，抓住这个绝好的机会，我们可以补看经典的老电影和珍爱的佳片。

以下是我们挑选出来的最佳旅行电影，来看看吧：'Grand Budapest Hotel' (2014)《布达佩斯大饭店》（2014）It's one of the most satisfying films of director Wes Anderson's oeuvre. Set in a luxury ski resort in the fictional East European Republic of Zubrowka in the 1930s, the plot is anchored by a murder investigation peppered with stolen art, prison escapes and a secret concierge society.在韦斯·安德森的全部作品中，《布达佩斯大饭店》是最为赏心悦目的电影之一。

电影设定在1930 年代一个奢侈的滑雪胜地，它位于一个虚构出的东欧国家朱波罗卡共和国。

情节紧扣对一起谋杀案的调查展开，其间还涉及被盗的艺术品、囚犯越狱和一个隐秘的看门人的组织。

布达佩斯大饭店怀旧与浪漫的情调布达佩斯大饭店是匈牙利布达佩斯市的一家历史悠久且备受赞誉的酒店。

它以其怀旧与浪漫的情调而闻名，吸引了许多追求独特体验的游客。

本文将深入探讨布达佩斯大饭店的历史背景、独特的建筑风格以及它带来的浪漫与怀旧的情调。

一、历史背景布达佩斯大饭店建于19世纪末，当时匈牙利正处于繁荣时期。

饭店的建立旨在为来自世界各地的贵宾和游客提供一个奢华而舒适的住宿场所。

通过打造独特的建筑风格和服务理念，布达佩斯大饭店很快成为当地的地标之一。

二、独特的建筑风格布达佩斯大饭店以其独特的建筑风格而闻名，将不同的文化和艺术元素融入其中。

该建筑采用了新艺术运动（Art Nouveau）和巴洛克风格的元素，呈现出华丽的外观和精美的细节。

饭店内部装饰豪华，大堂、餐厅和客房都展现了摩登主义与古典风格的完美结合。

三、怀旧的情调布达佩斯大饭店给人一种怀旧的情调，仿佛将人带回到了过去的辉煌岁月。

庭院中的花园和古老的大理石楼梯廊道流露出一种优雅而宁静的氛围。

在这里，您可以尽情享受闲适的时光，沉浸在过去的美好回忆中。

四、浪漫的氛围布达佩斯大饭店营造出浪漫的氛围，吸引了许多新婚夫妇和情侣。

独特的装饰风格、精心布置的客房和品质一流的服务，让每一对情侣都能在这里体验到浪漫与温馨。

饭店提供的豪华温泉浴场更为浪漫的氛围锦上添花，让客人在放松身心的同时增添了一丝浪漫的情调。

五、活动与娱乐除了舒适的住宿环境，布达佩斯大饭店还提供各种活动和娱乐，使您的旅程更加丰富多彩。

饭店内设有顶级餐厅和酒吧，供应各种美食和饮品，满足不同口味的需求。

此外，您还可以参加一些文化活动，如交响乐音乐会或传统舞蹈表演，亲身感受匈牙利的文化魅力。

结语：布达佩斯大饭店以其怀旧与浪漫的情调吸引了众多游客。

其独特的建筑风格、浓厚的历史氛围以及提供的优质服务，使每位客人都能在此感受到不同寻常的体验。

如果您渴望一段怀旧与浪漫的旅程，布达佩斯大饭店将是您的理想选择。

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布达佩斯大饭店美术风格解析布达佩斯大饭店（Grand Budapest Hotel）是一部电影，由导演韦斯·安德森执导，并于2014年上映。

电影中的美术风格十分精心设计和独特，下面是对布达佩斯大饭店美术风格的解析：1.对称与对比：布达佩斯大饭店的美术风格强调对称与对比。

建筑物外观和室内装饰都充满了对称的元素，搭配明亮、丰富的颜色。

墙壁、门窗和家具的布局呈对称结构，营造了一种对称和平衡感，使整个场景看起来更加庄重和精致。

2.夸张与浓烈色彩：布达佩斯大饭店的色彩运用非常鲜明，色调强烈饱和。

电影中常使用明亮的红色、粉红色、紫色、黄色等丰富的色彩，营造出丰富多彩的视觉效果。

这种色彩选择加强了场景的戏剧性和调性。

3.笛卡尔图形：电影中常使用几何图形作为装饰元素，如方形、圆形和斜线等。

这些几何形状经常出现在墙壁、地板、家具和纺织品等细节上，给影片带来了一种现代感和艺术感。

4.怀旧与复古：布达佩斯大饭店的美术风格充满了怀旧和复古的元素。

无论是建筑的外观还是室内的装饰，都给人一种经典和旧时光的感觉。

这种怀旧情怀通过古典的家具、华丽的窗帘、古老的照片等元素得以体现。

5.华丽与细节：布达佩斯大饭店的美术风格注重细节和华丽感。

装饰着繁复图案的壁纸、铺满花纹的地毯、精致的吊灯等细节装饰充斥着整个场景，显示出精雕细琢的工艺和高级感。

总的来说，布达佩斯大饭店的美术风格融合了对称与对比、夸张与浓烈色彩、复古与怀旧以及华丽与细节等元素，呈现出一种精致、戏剧性和艺术化的氛围。

这种独特的美术风格为电影增添了独特的魅力和视觉盛宴。

布达佩斯大饭店英文观后感As I walked through the luxurious halls of the Budapest Grand Hotel, I couldn't help but be in awe of its grandeur and history. This renowned establishment, standing tall and proud in the heart of Budapest, is a true testament to the city's rich culture and heritage.Upon entering the hotel, I was immediately taken aback by the elegant and opulent décor. The chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings cast a warm and inviting glow, while the intricate details of the furnishings spoke of a bygone era. The hotel seemed like a time capsule, preserving the glamour and sophistication of the past.The staff at the Budapest Grand Hotel were incredibly courteous and attentive. They greeted me with a warm smile and went above and beyond to ensure my stay was comfortable and enjoyable. Whether it was the concierge guiding me through the city's must-see attractions or the waitstaff serving me at the hotel's renowned restaurant, their professionalism and dedication were truly commendable.The room I stayed in was nothing short of exquisite. The plush bed, adorned with soft, crisp linens, provided the perfect sanctuary after a long day of exploring the city. The panoramic view of the Danube River and the stunning architecture of Budapest from my window was absolutely breathtaking. I found myself lost in the beauty of the city, pondering its history and cultural significance.One of the highlights of my stay was dining at the hotel's restaurant. The culinary experience was one I will cherish forever. From the moment I wasseated, the attentive waitstaff made me feel like royalty. The menu boasted a mouthwatering array of local and international dishes, each prepared with the utmost care and skill. The flavors danced on my palate, leaving me craving for more. The ambiance of the restaurant, with its soft lighting and live music, created a truly unforgettable dining experience.The Budapest Grand Hotel also offers a range of amenities for guests to indulge in. The spa, with its relaxing treatments and luxurious facilities, provided the perfect escape from the hustle and bustle of the city. The fitness center catered to those looking to stay active during their stay, while the rooftop pool offered a tranquil oasis with panoramic views of Budapest.During my time at the Budapest Grand Hotel, I also took the opportunity to explore the city and its many attractions. The hotel's central location made it convenient for me to visit iconic landmarks such as the Buda Castle, Matthias Church, and the Széchenyi Chain Bridge. Each of these cultural gems spoke volumes about Budapest's rich history and architectural brilliance.In conclusion, my experience at the Budapest Grand Hotel was nothing short of extraordinary. From the moment I stepped foot inside, I was transported to a world of elegance and refinement. The impeccable service, luxurious accommodations, and world-class dining made it a truly unforgettable stay.If you ever find yourself in Budapest, I highly recommend a visit to the Budapest Grand Hotel. It is not just a place to rest your head, but an experience that will leave you with lasting memories of the city's beauty and grandeur.。

布达佩斯大饭店色彩赏析布达佩斯大饭店色彩赏析：是色彩艺术的大爆炸，影片中的画面以橘黄暖色调为主，颜色以黄、橙、褐、橘红、黑、白为主，以浅粉、浅蓝色、紫罗兰色为辅。

第一章：“古斯塔夫先生”此章主色调以橘黄色为主。

在电梯间以红色和紫罗兰色进行强烈对比中间穿插少数黑色、褐色元素用来缓解强烈对比所带来的视觉疲劳。

在大厅以红色、米黄色、金色来体现出酒店的辉煌和当时的酒店的客人的繁多，以及来的客人都是名门贵族，和电梯的红颜色既强烈又和谐。

酒店员工就餐地点以白色、米黄色、褐色等颜色体现了员工的朴素，与大厅强烈的颜色形成对比，进一步凸显出人物的朴素；粉色的出现预示着阿加莎和zero 爱情的萌芽。

第二章：“德斯格·乌·特斯夫人”此章以白颜色为切入点预示着德夫人的死亡。

火车车厢以褐色、暗红色来凸显出战争的残忍和德夫人的去世沉重的心情，车厢剧情与后面车厢剧情相对比。

进入古堡以褐色、金色来展现古堡的宏伟感，以白色和绿色来展现德夫人的去世，以黑色、淡绿色、褐色极低的饱和度形成压抑的场景来展现出与德夫人有关的人都想分得一分遗产并暗示出为财产每个人之间的斗争。

第三章：“第19号检查哨拘留所”此章也是以白色为切入点；监狱内以蓝灰色为主要基调其中也夹杂着一些低纯度的黄颜色来中和监狱的冷酷、清冷；黑色与白色的运用对比体现出zero与柯瓦兹的会话的秘密性。

黑色、蓝色的运用体现出杀手的冷酷无情；粉色蛋糕盒的出现为紧张的监狱带来了一丝希望和生机；暖色的运用展现了zero和阿嘉莎之间的爱情。

律师和德夫人的儿子的对话时，只有律师的这里有唯一的光源也展现了人物的正义与德夫人儿子形成对比，而德夫人的儿子往后推移越来越暗展现了人物的内心黑暗。

蓝色的运用预示着律师被杀，也烘托了杀手的冷酷。

黄色的电话亭于外面的蓝色形成对比预示着古斯塔夫越狱的成功。

第四章：“十字钥匙”金色、绿色、橘黄色、蓝色、红色的运用来展现各个酒店之间的转化。

低纯度的颜色展现了古斯塔夫和zero现在所处环境的落寞；灰色的运用体现出警察的冰冷；大量白色的运用表示zero和古斯塔夫的纯洁。

《布达佩斯大饭店》作者：李玥黄英霞来源：《电影评介》2016年第13期《布达佩斯大饭店》是韦斯·安德森的一部堪称里程碑式的作品，其中集成了许多现代大片中不可或缺的元素，文艺、喜剧、冒险、历史、悬疑、剧情，这些一个都不少，而欲一言以蔽之，则最接近的答案可能是史诗巨片。

事实上，从影片的内涵来看，其形诸于影像的内容，与画面之外的意蕴其实早已经突破了任何有形的既有形式。

《布达佩斯大饭店》是一部以影像文本追随茨威格文本影像的杰出作品，这是一部重新为欧罗巴寻找精神的家园之旅的伟大作品，布达佩斯大饭店既象征了欧洲的贵族与贵族的欧洲，亦象征了整个欧陆的文化传统，移动长镜的史诗展现，暖色调的艳丽背景的充盈，以及极致装饰装潢的辉耀都将这种象征的意象烘托得如梦如幻。

一、欧洲的文化传统意蕴（一）虚拟的饭店与真实的象征按影片中的说法，故事发生在前朱波罗卡（zubrowka）共和国，显然这是一个虚拟的国度，布达佩斯大饭店同样也是一个虚拟的酒店，从本片取材的原著作者斯蒂芬·茨威格的创作背景来看，虚拟的饭店其实具有着真实的象征，布达佩斯大饭店这一虚拟的酒店其实就是欧洲文化传统的象征，而茨威格本人也正是欧洲文化传统的捍卫者，《布达佩斯大饭店》这部影片则是制作者以特殊的方式对于原著作者的深切缅怀与礼赞，因此，才会以旧卢茨公墓献祭的方式作为影片的开场，随着献祭女孩手中那部正面为《布达佩斯大饭店》字样的著作的翻转，著作的背面出现了雕塑中的人物形象，人物形象随之由静态照片切换至真实场景，讲述的叙事方式就此展开，这也为影片打上了象征色彩的烙印，从布达佩斯大饭店的近景来看，该饭店亦是欧洲文化传统中的中规中矩的哥特式建筑。

（二）浓郁文化与传统的风情虽然本片的取景地并非茨威格的故乡，但是，众所周知的是这部《布达佩斯大饭店》实际上就是以茨威格的家乡奥地利为背景展开的，影片的背景构建起了第一重象征意义，二战之前的奥地利素有小巴黎之称，不仅是欧洲文化传统的中心地带，而且亦是欧洲的思想与精神的摇篮，不幸的是，二战时期，奥地利亦是法西斯排犹杀犹之地，《布达佩斯大饭店》所象征的正是1918年至1938这一时段的奥地利往事。

【关键字】精品it is an extremely common mistake,people think the writer's imagination is always at work,that he's constantly inventing an endless supply of incidents and episodes,that he simply dreams up his stories out of thin air. In point of fact, the opposite is true.Once the public knows you're a writer,they bring the characters and events to youand as long as you maintain your ability to look and to carefully listen,these stories will continue to...Stop it. Stop it! Don't! Don't do it!Uh, will continue to seek you out over your lifetime.To him who has often told the tales of others, many tales will be told.Sorry. It's all right.The incidents that follow were described to me exactly as I present them hereand in a wholly unexpected way.<i>A number of years ago,</i> <i>while suffering from a mild case of "Scribe's Fever,"</i>a <i>form of neurasthenia common among</i> <i>the intelligentsia of that time,</i><i>I decided to spend the month of August</i> <i>in the spa town of Nebelsbad below the Alpine Sudetenwaltz,</i><i>and had taken up rooms in the Grand Budapest,</i><i>a picturesque, elaborate, and once widely celebrated establishment.</i><i>I expect some of you will know it.</i><i>YOUNG</i> WRITER: <i>It was off season and, by that time, decidedly out of fashion,</i><i>and it had already begun its descent</i><i>into shabbiness and eventual demolition.</i> <i>What few guests we were</i><i>had quickly come to recognize one another by sight</i><i>as the only living souls residing in the vast establishment,</i><i>although I do not believe any acquaintance among our number had proceeded</i><i>beyond the polite nods we exchanged as we passed</i><i>in the Palm Court,</i><i>in the Arabian baths,</i><i>and on board the Colonnade Funicular.</i> We were a very reserved group, <i>it</i> seemed,<i>and, without exception, solitary.</i><i>Perhaps as a result of this general silence,</i> <i>I had established a casual and bantering familiarity</i><i>with the hotel's concierge, a West-continental</i><i>known only as Monsieur Jean,</i><i>who struck one as being, at once,</i><i>both lazy and, really, quite accommodating.</i><i>I expect he was not well paid.</i>In any case, one evening,<i>as I stood conferring elbow-to-elbow with Monsieur Jean,</i><i>as had become my habit, I noticed a new presence in our company.</i> <i>A small, elderly man, smartly dressed,</i><i>with an exceptionally lively, intelligent face</i><i>and an immediately perceptible air of sadness.</i><i>He was, like the rest of us, alone, but also, I must say,</i><i>he was the first that struck one as being deeply and truly lonely.</i><i>A symptom of my own medical condition as well.</i>Who's this interesting old fellow?<i>I inquired of Monsieur Jean.</i><i>To my surprise, he was distinctly taken aback.</i>Don't you know? He <i>asked.</i>Don't you recognize him?<i>He did look familiar.</i>That's Mr. Moustafa himself.He arrived earlier this morning.<i>This name will no doubt be familiar</i><i>to the more seasoned persons among you.</i><i>Mr. Zero Moustafa was at one time the richest man in Zubrowka,</i><i>and was still indeed the owner of the Grand Budapest.</i>He often comes and stays a week or more,three times a year at least, but never in the season.<i>Monsieur Jean signaled to me and I leaned closer.</i>I'll tell you a secret.He takes only a single-bed sleeping room without a bathin the rear corner of the top floorand it's smaller than the service elevator!<i>It was well known,</i><i>Zero Moustafa had purchased and famously inhabited</i><i>some of the most lavish castles and palazzos on the continent.</i><i>Yet here, in his own nearly empty hotel,</i> <i>he occupied a servant's quarters?</i><i>At that moment, the curtain rose</i><i>on a parenthetical, domestic drama...</i> Shit. <i>...which required the immediate and complete attention</i>of Monsieur Jean,<i>but, frankly, did not hold mine for long.</i> However,<i>this premature intermission in the story of the curious, old man</i><i>had left me, as the expression goes,</i> "gespannt wie ein Flitzebogen,"<i>that is, on the edge of my seat,</i><i>where I remained throughout the next morning, until,</i><i>in what I have found to be its mysterious and utterly reliable fashion,</i><i>fate, once again, intervened on my behalf.</i> MR. MOUSTAFA: I admire your work.I beg your pardon?I said, I know and admire your wonderful work. Thank you most kindly, sir.Did Monsieur Jean have a word or two to share with youabout the aged proprietor of this establishment?I must confess, I did myself inquire about you.He's perfectly capable, of course, Monsieur Jean but we can't claim he's a first,or, in earnest, even second-rate concierge.But there it is.Times have changed.The thermal baths are very beautiful.They were in their first condition.It couldn't be maintained, of course.Too decadent for current tastes.But I love it all just the same, this enchanting old ruin.How did you come to buy it, if I may ask?The Grand Budapest.I didn't.If you're not merely being polite,and you must tell me if that's the case,but if it genuinely does interest you,may I invite you to dine with me tonight,and it will be my pleasure and, indeed, my privilege to tell you"my story." Such as it is.Two ducks roasted with olives.Rabbit, salad? Mmm. Pouilly-Jouvet '52, plus a split of the brut.That should provide us ample timeif I commence promptly.By all means.Well, it begins, as it must, with our mutual friend's predecessor.The beloved, original concierge of The Grand Budapest.It begins, of course, with...Bring the table to the window. Yes, Monsieur Gustave.Bring the tray to the table. Right away, Monsieur Gustave.Right there. Have those been brushed and blocked?Of course, Monsieur Gustave. Pack them in the hat boxes.Is that from Oberstdorf & Company?I believe so, Monsieur Gustave.Second trunk. Who has the tickets? I do, Monsieur Gustave.Give them to me.These are in order. Wait in the corner.I'm not leaving.I beg your pardon?I'm not leaving. Why not?I'm frightened. Of what?I fear this may be the last time we ever see each other.Why on earth would that be the case?Well, I can't put it into words, but I feel it.For goodness sake, there's no reasonfor you to leave us if you'd...Come with me.To fucking Lutz?Please. Give me your hand.You've nothing to fear. You're always anxious before you travel.I admit, you appear to be sufferinga more acute attack on this occasion.But, truly and honestly... Oh, dear God.What have you done to your fingernails?I beg your pardon? This diabolical varnish.The color is completely wrong. Don't you like it? It's not that I don't like it. I am physically repulsed. Perhaps this will soothe you. What? Don't recite.Just listen to the words. Hush.Please. Not now."While questing once in noble wood of gray, medieval pine,"I came upon a tomb, rain-slick'd, rubbed-cool, ethereal,"'its inscription long-vanished,"yet still within its melancholy fissures..." MADAME D.: Will you light a candle for me, please?In the sacristy of Santa Maria?GUSTAVE H: I'll see to it myself immediately. Remember, I'm always with you.I love you.I love you.It's quite a thing winning the loyalty of a woman like thatfor 19 consecutive seasons.Um... Yes, sir.She's very fond of me, you know.Yes, sir.But I've never seen her like that before.No, sir.She was shaking like a shitting dog.Truly.Run to the cathedral of Santa Maria in Brucknerplatz.Buy one of the plain, half-length candlesand take back four Klubecks in change.Light it in the sacristy, say a brief rosarythen go to Mendl's and get me a courtesan au chocolat.If there's any money left, give it to the crippled shoe-shine boy.Right away, sir.Hold it.Who are you?I'm Zero, sir. The new Lobby Boy.Zero, you say? Yes, sir.I've never heard of you, never laid eyes on you. Who hired you?Mr. Mosher, sir.Mr. Mosher!Yes, Monsieur Gustave?Am I to understand you've surreptitiously hired this young manin the position of a Lobby Boy?He's been engaged for a trial period,pending your approval, of course.Uh...Perhaps, yes. Thank you, Mr. Mosher.You're most welcome, Monsieur Gustave.You're now going to be officially interviewed. Should I go and light the candle first, sir? What? No.Experience?Hotel Kinski, Kitchen Boy, six months.Hotel Berlitz, Mop and Broom Boy, three months. Before that I was a Skillet Scrubber... Experience, zero.Thank you again, Monsieur Gustave. Straighten that cap, Anatole.The pleasure's mine, <i>Herr</i> Schneider. The strap's busted.These are not acceptable. I fully agree. Education?I studied reading and spelling.I started my primary school. I almost...Education, zero.Now it's exploded.Good morning, Cicero. Call the goddamn plumber!This afternoon, Monsieur Gustave?Without fail, Frau Liebling.What in hell is this? Not now.Family?Zero.Six, Igor.Why do you want to be a Lobby Boy?Well, who wouldn't, at the Grand Budapest, sir?It's an institution.Very good.A thousand Klubecks.My goodness.Were you ever a Lobby Boy, sir?What do you think?Well, I suppose you'd have to start somewhere... Go and light the goddamn candle. Yes, sir.<i>MR. MOUSTAFA: And so, my life began.</i> <i>Junior Lobby Boy in-training,</i><i>Grand Budapest Hotel,</i> <i>under the strict command of Monsieur Gustave H.</i><i>I became his pupil, and he was to be my counselor and guardian.</i><i>GUSTAVE H: What is</i> a <i>Lobby Boy?</i> <i>A Lobby Boy's completely invisible, yet always in sight.</i><i>A Lobby Boy remembers what people hate.</i><i>A Lobby Boy anticipates the client's needs</i> <i>before the needs are needed.</i><i>A Lobby Boy is, above all, discreet to a fault.</i>Our guests know their deepest secrets,some of which are, frankly, rather unseemly,will go with us to our graves.So keep your mouth shut, Zero.Yes, sir.That's all for now.<i>MR. MOUSTAFA: I began to realize that many of the hotel's</i><i>most valued and distinguished guests came for him.</i><i>It seemed to be an essential part of his duties...</i>Ah!<i>...but I believe it was also his pleasure.</i><i>The requirements were always the same.</i> <i>They had to be rich,</i><i>old,</i>insecure,<i>vain,</i><i>superficial,</i><i>blonde,</i>needy.Why blonde?Because they all were.<i>He was, by the way,</i><i>the most liberally perfumed man I had ever encountered.</i><i>The scent announced his approach from a great distance</i><i>and lingered for many minutes after he was gone.</i><i>I worked six days each week plus a half-day Sunday,</i> <i>5:00 AM until just after midnight.</i><i>Our meals were small but frequent, for stamina.</i><i>Two breakfasts, two lunches and a late supper.</i><i>Monsieur Gustave also delivered</i> a <i>nightly sermon.</i>Rudeness is merely the expression of fear. People fear they won't get what they want.The most dreadful and unattractive person only needs to be loved,and they will open up like a flower.I am reminded of a verse,"The painter's brush touched the inchoate face "by ends of nimble bristles"and with their blush of first color,"rendered her lifeless cheek living."<i>MR. MOUSTAFA: His own dinner, he took alone in his room.</i><i>The identity of the owner of the hotel was unknown to all of us.</i><i>Each month, his emissary, known as Deputy Kovacs, arrived</i><i>to review the books and convey messages</i> <i>on behalf of the mysterious proprietor.</i><i>On these occasions, Monsieur Gustave and our business manager,</i><i>Herr Becker, met with him in private consultation above Reception.</i><i>This was also when I met Agatha,</i><i>but we won't discuss that.</i>What do you want? Look.GUSTAVE H: Dear God.I'm terribly sorry, sir.We must go to her.We must?Tout de suite. She needs me, and I needyou to help me with my bags and so on.How fast can you pack? Five minutes.Do it. And bring a bottle of the Pouilly-Jouvet '26 in an ice bucket with two glassesso we don't have to drink the cat piss they serve in the dining car.I blame myself.She tried to tell me she had a premonition. I didn't listen. All of Lutz will be dressed in black,except her own ghastly, deceitful childrenwhom she loathed and couldn't bear to kiss hello. They'll be dancing like gypsies.There's really no point in doing anything in life, because it's all over in the blink of an eye... And, the next thing you know, rigor mortis sets in. Oh, how the good die young.With any luck, she's left a few Klubecks for your old friend,but one never knows until the inkis dry on the death certificate.She was dynamite in the sack, by the way.<i>She was 84, Monsieur Gustave.</i>I've had older.When you're young, it's all fillet steak,but as the years go by, you have to move on to the cheaper cuts,which is fine with me, because I like those.More flavorful, or so they say.Why are we stopping at a barley field?Well, hello there, chaps.Documents, please.With pleasure.It's not a very flattering portrait, I'm afraid.I was once considered a great beauty.What does the "F" stand for? Fritz? Franz? Franz.I knew it!He's making a funny face.That's a Migratory Visa with Stage Three Worker Status, Franz, darling.He's with me.Come outside, please.Now, wait a minute. Sit down, Zero. His papers are in order.I cross-referenced them myself withthe Bureau of Labor and Servitude.You can't arrest him simply because he's a bloody immigrant.He hasn't done anything wrong.Stop it, damn you!Never mind, Monsieur Gustave! Let them proceed! GUSTAVE H: Ow! That hurts!You filthy, goddamn, pock-marked, fascist assholes! Take your hands off my Lobby Boy!What's the problem?This is outrageous.The young man works for me at the Grand Budapest Hotel in Nebelsbad.<i>Monsieur Gustave?</i>My name is Henckels.I'm the son of Dr. and Mrs. Wolfgang Henckels-Bergersd?rfer.Do you remember me?I know exactly who you are. It's uncanny. You're little Albert.I'm terribly embarrassed. Release them. Release them.Hmm.Your colleague is stateless.He'll need to apply for a revised Special Transit Permit,which at this point may be very difficult to acquire. Take this.It's temporarybut it's the best I can offer, I'm afraid.And how's your wonderful mother?She's very well, thank you. I adore her.Send my love. I will.Your companion was very kind to mewhen I was a lonely little boy.My men and I apologize for disturbing you.I beg your pardon, sir.You see? There are still faint glimmers of civilizationleft in this barbaric slaughterhousethat was once known as humanity.Indeed, that's what we providein our own modest, humble, insignificant...Oh, fuck it.Where is she, Clotilde? Take me to her.You're looking so well, darling. You really are. They've done a marvelous job.I don't know what sort of creamthey've put on you down at the morgue,but I want some.Honestly, you look better than you have in years. You look like you're alive.Oh, you changed it after all. It's perfect. Clotilde? Oui, Monsieur Gustave? A glass of chilled water with no ice, please. Yes. M. Gustave ---- and. also. M. Serge would like to speak with you privately in his office. please.Oh.All right, then.I shan't be long, darling.MR. MOUSTAFA: We were escorted through a green baize door,<i>down a narrow service corridor and into the butler's pantry.</i><i>A moment later, the kitchen passage swung open</i><i>and a small servant dressed in white jolted into the room.</i><i>I've never forgotten the look on that man's face.</i>What the devil is going on?<i>I, myself, had never set foot inside</i>a <i>house of this kind in my life.</i><i>I understood very little about the events that were to follow.</i><i>But, eventually, I came to recognize,</i><i>when the destiny of a great fortune is at stake,</i><i>men's greed spreads like a poison in the bloodstream.</i><i>Uncles, nephews, cousins,</i><i>in-laws of increasingly tenuous connection.</i><i>The old woman's most distant relations</i> <i>had come foraging out of the woodwork.</i> <i>At the head of this congregation,</i><i>it was a disorienting coincidence,</i><i>we discovered our own Deputy Kovacs,</i> <i>himself an important attorney, of course.</i> <i>He was the executor of the dead widow's estate.</i>This is Madame D's last will and testament.It consists of a general tontinedrawn up before the event of her husband's death 46 years ago,in combination with 635 amendments, notations, corrections, and letters of wishes executed during the subsequent decades.The ultimate legality of this accumulation requires further analysis,but in the opinion of this office, it was Madame D's intentionthat control of the vast bulk of her estate should be transferred, forthwith, to her son, Dmitri,with special allowances for his sisters, Marguerite, Laetizia, and Carolina,and minor gifts for various members of the extended familyas shown in the List of Recipients,which I will elucidate in due course. However.An additional codicil,delivered into my possession by post only this morning,and, by all indications, sent by Madame D during the last hours of her life,contains an amendment to the original certificate, which, as prescribed by law, I will read to you now. The authenticity of this documenthas not yet been confirmed by the presiding magistrate,so I ask that all parties be patient and refrain from commentuntil such time as our investigations can be completed."To my esteemed friend who comforted me in my later years"and brought sunshine into the life of an old woman"who thought that she would never be happy again.<i>"Monsieur Gustave H,</i>"I bequeath, bestow and devise, free of all taxation "and with full and absolute fiduciary entitlement, <i>"the painting known as 'Boy with Apple...</i> Wow! "...by Johannes van Hoytl..."I can't believe it. "...the younger..."What?"...which gave us both so much pleasure."The van Hoytl?Tax-free? Can she do that?Who's Gustave H?I'm afraid that's me, darling.That fucking faggot! He's a concierge. What are you doing here?I've come to pay my respects to a great woman whom I loved.This man is an intruder in my home!It's not yours yet, Dmitri.Only when probate is granted, and the Deed of Entitlement...You're not getting Boy <i>with </i> Apple, you goddamn little fruit!How's that supposed to make me feel?Call the police. We're pressing charges.This criminal has plagued my family for nearly 20 years.He's a ruthless adventurer and a con-artistwho preys on mentally feeble, sick old ladies, and he probably fucks them, too!I go to bed with all my friends.Where's Céline?What?She's dead. We're reading her will.Oh, yes, yes, of course.If I learn you ever once laid a finger on my mother's body,living or dead, I swear to God,I'll out your throat! You hear me?I thought I was supposed to be a fucking faggot. You are, but you're bisexual.Let's change the subject.I'm leaving.Wait here quietly. please.That picture, Boy <i>with</i> Apple, is priceless. Understand?Congratulations, Monsieur Gustave!They're going to fight me for the son of a bitch. Is it very beautiful?Beyond description."E'en the most gifted bard's rhyme can only sing "but to the lack of her and all she isn't!"His tongue doth..." Can I see it?I don't see why not.This is van Hoytl's exquisite portrayalof a beautiful boy on the cusp of manhood. Blond, smooth. Skin as white as that milk.Of impeccable provenance.One of the last in private hands, and unquestionably, the best. It's a masterpiece.The rest of this shit is worthless junk.<i>M. Gustave ?</i>Can I help you?Yes. Serge.You can wrap this up. please.Wrap up --Wrap up -- "Boy With Apple"?What did you want to tell me, before?I think I cannot say right now.Write me tomorrow. Lutzbahn Station!I'll never part with it.It reminded her of me. It will remind me of her. Always.I'll die with this picture above my bed.See the resemblance?Oh, yes.Actually, we should sell it.Sooner rather than later, in case they try to steal it back.Plus, something about those lunaticfoot-soldiers on the express...This could be a tricky war and a long dry spell inthe hotel trade.For all we know, they could board us up tomorrow. Let's make a solemn blood-pact.We'll contact the black market and liquidate Boy <i>with</i> Appleby the end of the week,then leave the country and lay low somewhere along the Maltese Rivierauntil the troubles blow over and we resume our posts.In exchange for your help, your loyaltyand your services as my personal valet,I pledge to you 1.5% of the net sale price.1.5? Plus room and board.Could we make it 10? 10? Are you joking?That's more than I'd pay an actual dealer,and you wouldn't know Chiaroscuro from chicken giblets.No, 1.5 is correct. But I'll tell you what,if I die first, and I most certainly will, you will be my sole heir.There's not much in the kitty excepta set of ivory-backed hairbrushes and my library of romantic poetry,but when the time comes, these will be yours, along with whatever we haven't already spent on whores and whiskey.This is our sacred bond.I'll draw it up right now.I, Monsieur Gustave H, being of relatively sound mind and body,on this day, the 19th of October,in the year of our Lord 1932...<i>MR. MOUSTAFA: He never told me where he came from.</i><i>I never asked who his family had been.</i> Excuse me.Uh-huh?The police are here. They asked for you.Tell them I'll be right down.Okay.Have you ever been questioned by the authorities?Yes, on one occasion I was arrestedand tortured by the rebel militiaafter the Desert Uprising.You know the drill, then. Zip it. Of course.You've never heard the word "van Hoytl" in your life. Okay, let's go.How may we serve you, gentlemen?Ah, Inspector Henckels."By order of the Commissioner of Police, Zubrowka Province,"I hereby place you under arrest for the murder "of Madame Céline Villeneuve Desgoffe und Taxis."I knew there was something fishy.We never got the cause of death.She's been murdered and you think I did it. HENCKELS: Hey!Stop!What happened?What happened, my dear Zero, is I beat the living shitout of a sniveling little runt called Pinky Bandinski who had the gall to question my virility, because if there's one thing we've learned from penny dreadfuls,it's that, when you find yourself in a place like this, you must never be a candy-ass.You've got to prove yourself from Day One.You've got to win their respect.You should take a long look at his ugly mug this morning.He's, actually, become a dear friend.You'll meet him, I hope.So. You've talked to Kovacs?I saw him last night in secret.He made me take an oath on a Bible I wouldn't tell a soul.You're supposed to also.I'll do that later.He suspects you're innocent.Of course he does.What's the charge?In the small hours of the evening of 19 October, an individual well-known to the house and staff, a Monsieur Gustave H,did arrive at the Desgoffe und Taxis residence in Lutzand entered by the rear service alley,alerting no one to his presence,and did then proceed by way of back stairs and servants' passage,to deliver himself into the private chambers of Madame D.There is no evidence to indicate whether this visit had been pre-arranged with her or not.The next morning Madame D was found dead by strychnine poisoning.Monsieur Gustave was not observed on the premises againuntil, of course, 24 hours later.The identity of his accusers is madeclear in this notarized deposition.They include, essentially, all members of the extended family,but the key witness who actually ostensibly saw the alleged eventsappears to have fled the jurisdiction.His whereabouts are currently unknown,but he's being sought and pursued by the relevant authorities.Who is he?Serge? I'm afraid so.That little prick.No, I don't believe it. They put him up to it.I've been dropped into a nest of vipers.You have an alibi?Of course, but she's married to the Duke of Westphalia.I can't allow her name to get mixed-up in all this monkey business.Your life may be at stake.I know, but the bitch legged it.She's already on board the Queen <i>Nasstasja</i> halfway to Dutch T anganyika. Don't give up.<i>MR. MOUSTAFA: The details of the conspiracy,</i><i>now a matter of public record,</i>were, <i>at that time, impossible for us to apprehend.</i>I'm looking for Serge X,a young man in the service of my employer,the family Desgoffe und Taxis of Schloss Lutz. Yes, sir? You're his sister?。

it is an extremely common mistake,people think the writer's imagination is always at work,that he's constantly inventing an endless supply of incidents and episodes,that he simply dreams up his stories out of thin air. In point of fact, the opposite is true.Once the public knows you're a writer,they bring the characters and events to youand as long as you maintain your ability to look and to carefully listen,these stories will continue to...Stop it. Stop it! Don't! Don't do it!Uh, will continue to seek you out over your lifetime.To him who has often told the tales of others, many tales will be told.Sorry. It's all right.The incidents that follow were described to me exactly as I present them hereand in a wholly unexpected way.<i>A number of years ago,</i><i>while suffering from a mild case of "Scribe's Fever,"</i> a <i>form of neurasthenia common among</i> <i>the intelligentsia of that time,</i><i>I decided to spend the month of August</i> <i>in the spa town of Nebelsbad below the Alpine Sudetenwaltz,</i><i>and had taken up rooms in the Grand Budapest,</i><i>a picturesque, elaborate, and once widely celebrated establishment.</i><i>I expect some of you will know it.</i><i>YOUNG</i> WRITER: <i>It was off season and, by that time, decidedly out of fashion,</i><i>and it had already begun its descent</i><i>into shabbiness and eventual demolition.</i> <i>What few guests we were</i><i>had quickly come to recognize one another by sight</i><i>as the only living souls residing in the vast establishment,</i><i>although I do not believe any acquaintance among our number had proceeded</i><i>beyond the polite nods we exchanged as we passed</i><i>in the Palm Court,</i><i>in the Arabian baths,</i><i>and on board the Colonnade Funicular.</i> We were a very reserved group, <i>it</i> seemed,<i>and, without exception, solitary.</i><i>Perhaps as a result of this general silence,</i> <i>I had established a casual and bantering familiarity</i><i>with the hotel's concierge, a West-continental</i><i>known only as Monsieur Jean,</i><i>who struck one as being, at once,</i><i>both lazy and, really, quite accommodating.</i><i>I expect he was not well paid.</i>In any case, one evening,<i>as I stood conferring elbow-to-elbow with Monsieur Jean,</i><i>as had become my habit, I noticed a new presence in our company.</i><i>A small, elderly man, smartly dressed,</i><i>with an exceptionally lively, intelligent face</i><i>and an immediately perceptible air of sadness.</i><i>He was, like the rest of us, alone, but also, I must say,</i><i>he was the first that struck one as being deeply and truly lonely.</i><i>A symptom of my own medical condition as well.</i>Who's this interesting old fellow?<i>I inquired of Monsieur Jean.</i><i>To my surprise, he was distinctly taken aback.</i>Don't you know? He <i>asked.</i>Don't you recognize him?<i>He did look familiar.</i>That's Mr. Moustafa himself.He arrived earlier this morning.<i>This name will no doubt be familiar</i><i>to the more seasoned persons among you.</i><i>Mr. Zero Moustafa was at one time the richest man in Zubrowka,</i><i>and was still indeed the owner of the Grand Budapest.</i>He often comes and stays a week or more,three times a year at least, but never in the season.<i>Monsieur Jean signaled to me and I leaned closer.</i>I'll tell you a secret.He takes only a single-bed sleeping room without a bathin the rear corner of the top floorand it's smaller than the service elevator!<i>It was well known,</i><i>Zero Moustafa had purchased and famously inhabited</i><i>some of the most lavish castles and palazzos on the continent.</i><i>Yet here, in his own nearly empty hotel,</i> <i>he occupied a servant's quarters?</i><i>At that moment, the curtain rose</i><i>on a parenthetical, domestic drama...</i> Shit.<i>...which required the immediate and complete attention</i>of Monsieur Jean,<i>but, frankly, did not hold mine for long.</i> However,<i>this premature intermission in the story of the curious, old man</i><i>had left me, as the expression goes,</i> "gespannt wie ein Flitzebogen,"<i>that is, on the edge of my seat,</i><i>where I remained throughout the next morning, until,</i><i>in what I have found to be its mysterious and utterly reliable fashion,</i><i>fate, once again, intervened on my behalf.</i> MR. MOUSTAFA: I admire your work.I beg your pardon?I said, I know and admire your wonderful work. Thank you most kindly, sir.Did Monsieur Jean have a word or two to share with youabout the aged proprietor of this establishment?I must confess, I did myself inquire about you. He's perfectly capable, of course, Monsieur Jean but we can't claim he's a first,or, in earnest, even second-rate concierge.But there it is.Times have changed.The thermal baths are very beautiful.They were in their first condition.It couldn't be maintained, of course.Too decadent for current tastes.But I love it all just the same, this enchanting old ruin.How did you come to buy it, if I may ask?The Grand Budapest.I didn't.If you're not merely being polite,and you must tell me if that's the case,but if it genuinely does interest you,may I invite you to dine with me tonight,and it will be my pleasure and, indeed, my privilege to tell you"my story." Such as it is.Two ducks roasted with olives.Rabbit, salad? Mmm.Pouilly-Jouvet '52, plus a split of the brut.That should provide us ample timeif I commence promptly.By all means.Well, it begins, as it must, with our mutual friend's predecessor.The beloved, original concierge of The Grand Budapest. It begins, of course, with...Bring the table to the window. Yes, Monsieur Gustave.Bring the tray to the table. Right away, Monsieur Gustave.Right there. Have those been brushed and blocked?Of course, Monsieur Gustave. Pack them in the hat boxes.Is that from Oberstdorf & Company?I believe so, Monsieur Gustave.Second trunk. Who has the tickets? I do, Monsieur Gustave.Give them to me.These are in order. Wait in the corner.I'm not leaving.I beg your pardon?I'm not leaving. Why not?I'm frightened. Of what?I fear this may be the last time we ever see each other.Why on earth would that be the case?Well, I can't put it into words, but I feel it.For goodness sake, there's no reasonfor you to leave us if you'd...Come with me.To fucking Lutz?Please. Give me your hand.You've nothing to fear. You're always anxious before you travel.I admit, you appear to be sufferinga more acute attack on this occasion.But, truly and honestly... Oh, dear God.What have you done to your fingernails?I beg your pardon? This diabolical varnish.The color is completely wrong. Don't you like it? It's not that I don't like it. I am physically repulsed. Perhaps this will soothe you.What? Don't recite.Just listen to the words. Hush.Please. Not now."While questing once in noble wood of gray, medieval pine,"I came upon a tomb, rain-slick'd, rubbed-cool, ethereal,"'its inscription long-vanished,"yet still within its melancholy fissures..." MADAME D.: Will you light a candle for me, please?In the sacristy of Santa Maria?GUSTAVE H: I'll see to it myself immediately. Remember, I'm always with you.I love you.I love you.It's quite a thing winning the loyalty of a woman like thatfor 19 consecutive seasons.Um... Yes, sir.She's very fond of me, you know.Yes, sir.But I've never seen her like that before.No, sir.She was shaking like a shitting dog.Truly.Run to the cathedral of Santa Maria in Brucknerplatz.Buy one of the plain, half-length candlesand take back four Klubecks in change.Light it in the sacristy, say a brief rosarythen go to Mendl's and get me a courtesan au chocolat.If there's any money left, give it to the crippledshoe-shine boy.Right away, sir.Hold it.Who are you?I'm Zero, sir. The new Lobby Boy.Zero, you say? Yes, sir.I've never heard of you, never laid eyes on you. Who hired you?Mr. Mosher, sir.Mr. Mosher!Yes, Monsieur Gustave?Am I to understand you've surreptitiously hired this young manin the position of a Lobby Boy?He's been engaged for a trial period,pending your approval, of course.Uh...Perhaps, yes. Thank you, Mr. Mosher.You're most welcome, Monsieur Gustave.You're now going to be officially interviewed. Should I go and light the candle first, sir? What? No.Experience?Hotel Kinski, Kitchen Boy, six months. Hotel Berlitz, Mop and Broom Boy, three months. Before that I was a Skillet Scrubber... Experience, zero.Thank you again, Monsieur Gustave. Straighten that cap, Anatole.The pleasure's mine, <i>Herr</i> Schneider. The strap's busted.These are not acceptable. I fully agree. Education?I studied reading and spelling.I started my primary school. I almost... Education, zero.Now it's exploded.Good morning, Cicero. Call the goddamn plumber!This afternoon, Monsieur Gustave?Without fail, Frau Liebling.What in hell is this? Not now.Family?Zero.Six, Igor.Why do you want to be a Lobby Boy?Well, who wouldn't, at the Grand Budapest, sir?It's an institution.Very good.A thousand Klubecks.My goodness.Were you ever a Lobby Boy, sir?What do you think?Well, I suppose you'd have to start somewhere... Go and light the goddamn candle. Yes, sir.<i>MR. MOUSTAFA: And so, my life began.</i> <i>Junior Lobby Boy in-training,</i><i>Grand Budapest Hotel,</i><i>under the strict command of Monsieur Gustave H.</i><i>I became his pupil, and he was to be my counselor and guardian.</i><i>GUSTAVE H: What is</i> a <i>Lobby Boy?</i> <i>A Lobby Boy's completely invisible, yet always in sight.</i><i>A Lobby Boy remembers what people hate.</i><i>A Lobby Boy anticipates the client's needs</i> <i>before the needs are needed.</i><i>A Lobby Boy is, above all, discreet to a fault.</i>Our guests know their deepest secrets, some of which are, frankly, rather unseemly,will go with us to our graves.So keep your mouth shut, Zero.Yes, sir.That's all for now.<i>MR. MOUSTAFA: I began to realize that many of the hotel's</i><i>most valued and distinguished guests came for him.</i><i>It seemed to be an essential part of his duties...</i>Ah!<i>...but I believe it was also his pleasure.</i><i>The requirements were always the same.</i> <i>They had to be rich,</i><i>old,</i>insecure,<i>vain,</i><i>superficial,</i><i>blonde,</i>needy.Why blonde?Because they all were.<i>He was, by the way,</i><i>the most liberally perfumed man I had ever encountered.</i><i>The scent announced his approach from a great distance</i><i>and lingered for many minutes after he was gone.</i><i>I worked six days each week plus a half-day Sunday,</i><i>5:00 AM until just after midnight.</i><i>Our meals were small but frequent, for stamina.</i><i>Two breakfasts, two lunches and a late supper.</i><i>Monsieur Gustave also delivered</i> a <i>nightly sermon.</i>Rudeness is merely the expression of fear. People fear they won't get what they want.The most dreadful and unattractive person only needs to be loved,and they will open up like a flower.I am reminded of a verse,"The painter's brush touched the inchoate face "by ends of nimble bristles"and with their blush of first color, "rendered her lifeless cheek living."<i>MR. MOUSTAFA: His own dinner, he took alone in his room.</i><i>The identity of the owner of the hotel was unknown to all of us.</i><i>Each month, his emissary, known as Deputy Kovacs, arrived</i><i>to review the books and convey messages</i> <i>on behalf of the mysterious proprietor.</i><i>On these occasions, Monsieur Gustave and our business manager,</i><i>Herr Becker, met with him in private consultation above Reception.</i><i>This was also when I met Agatha,</i><i>but we won't discuss that.</i>What do you want? Look.GUSTAVE H: Dear God.I'm terribly sorry, sir.We must go to her.We must?Tout de suite. She needs me, and I needyou to help me with my bags and so on.How fast can you pack? Five minutes.Do it. And bring a bottle of the Pouilly-Jouvet '26in an ice bucket with two glassesso we don't have to drink the cat piss they serve in the dining car.I blame myself.She tried to tell me she had a premonition. I didn't listen.All of Lutz will be dressed in black,except her own ghastly, deceitful childrenwhom she loathed and couldn't bear to kiss hello. They'll be dancing like gypsies.There's really no point in doing anything in life, because it's all over in the blink of an eye... And, the next thing you know, rigor mortis sets in. Oh, how the good die young.With any luck, she's left a few Klubecks for your old friend,but one never knows until the inkis dry on the death certificate.She was dynamite in the sack, by the way.<i>She was 84, Monsieur Gustave.</i>I've had older.When you're young, it's all fillet steak,but as the years go by, you have to move on to the cheaper cuts, which is fine with me, because I like those.More flavorful, or so they say.Why are we stopping at a barley field?Well, hello there, chaps.Documents, please.With pleasure.It's not a very flattering portrait, I'm afraid.I was once considered a great beauty.What does the "F" stand for? Fritz? Franz? Franz.I knew it!He's making a funny face.That's a Migratory Visa with Stage Three Worker Status, Franz, darling.He's with me.Come outside, please.Now, wait a minute. Sit down, Zero. His papers are in order.I cross-referenced them myself withthe Bureau of Labor and Servitude.You can't arrest him simply because he's a bloody immigrant.He hasn't done anything wrong.Stop it, damn you!Never mind, Monsieur Gustave! Let them proceed! GUSTAVE H: Ow! That hurts!You filthy, goddamn, pock-marked, fascist assholes!Take your hands off my Lobby Boy!What's the problem?This is outrageous.The young man works for me at the Grand Budapest Hotel in Nebelsbad.<i>Monsieur Gustave?</i>My name is Henckels.I'm the son of Dr. and Mrs. Wolfgang Henckels-Bergersd?rfer.Do you remember me?I know exactly who you are. It's uncanny. You're little Albert.I'm terribly embarrassed. Release them. Release them.Hmm.Your colleague is stateless.He'll need to apply for a revised Special Transit Permit,which at this point may be very difficult to acquire. Take this. It's temporarybut it's the best I can offer, I'm afraid.And how's your wonderful mother?She's very well, thank you. I adore her.Send my love. I will.Your companion was very kind to mewhen I was a lonely little boy.My men and I apologize for disturbing you.I beg your pardon, sir.You see? There are still faint glimmers of civilizationleft in this barbaric slaughterhousethat was once known as humanity.Indeed, that's what we providein our own modest, humble, insignificant...Oh, fuck it.Where is she, Clotilde? Take me to her.You're looking so well, darling. You really are. They've done a marvelous job.I don't know what sort of creamthey've put on you down at the morgue,but I want some.Honestly, you look better than you have in years. You look like you're alive.Oh, you changed it after all. It's perfect. Clotilde? Oui, Monsieur Gustave?A glass of chilled water with no ice, please. Yes. M. Gustave ---- and. also. M. Serge would like to speak with you privately in his office. please.Oh.All right, then.I shan't be long, darling.MR. MOUSTAFA: We were escorted through a green baize door,<i>down a narrow service corridor and into the butler's pantry.</i><i>A moment later, the kitchen passage swung open</i><i>and a small servant dressed in white jolted into the room.</i><i>I've never forgotten the look on that man's face.</i>What the devil is going on?<i>I, myself, had never set foot inside</i>a <i>house of this kind in my life.</i><i>I understood very little about the events that were to follow.</i> <i>But, eventually, I came to recognize,</i><i>when the destiny of a great fortune is at stake,</i><i>men's greed spreads like a poison in the bloodstream.</i><i>Uncles, nephews, cousins,</i><i>in-laws of increasingly tenuous connection.</i><i>The old woman's most distant relations</i> <i>had come foraging out of the woodwork.</i> <i>At the head of this congregation,</i><i>it was a disorienting coincidence,</i><i>we discovered our own Deputy Kovacs,</i> <i>himself an important attorney, of course.</i> <i>He was the executor of the dead widow's estate.</i>This is Madame D's last will and testament.It consists of a general tontinedrawn up before the event of her husband's death 46 years ago,in combination with 635 amendments, notations, corrections, and letters of wishes executed during the subsequent decades.The ultimate legality of this accumulationrequires further analysis,but in the opinion of this office, it was Madame D's intentionthat control of the vast bulk of her estate should be transferred, forthwith, to her son, Dmitri,with special allowances for his sisters, Marguerite, Laetizia, and Carolina,and minor gifts for various members of the extended familyas shown in the List of Recipients,which I will elucidate in due course. However.An additional codicil,delivered into my possession by post only this morning,and, by all indications, sent by Madame D during the last hours of her life,contains an amendment to the original certificate, which, as prescribed by law, I will read to you now. The authenticity of this documenthas not yet been confirmed by the presiding magistrate,so I ask that all parties be patient and refrain from commentuntil such time as our investigations can be completed."To my esteemed friend who comforted me in my later years"and brought sunshine into the life of an old woman"who thought that she would never be happy again.<i>"Monsieur Gustave H,</i>"I bequeath, bestow and devise, free of all taxation "and with full and absolute fiduciary entitlement, <i>"the painting known as 'Boy with Apple...</i> Wow! "...by Johannes van Hoytl..."I can't believe it. "...the younger..."What?"...which gave us both so much pleasure."The van Hoytl?Tax-free? Can she do that?Who's Gustave H?I'm afraid that's me, darling.That fucking faggot!He's a concierge. What are you doing here?I've come to pay my respects to a great womanwhom I loved.This man is an intruder in my home!It's not yours yet, Dmitri.Only when probate is granted, and the Deed of Entitlement...You're not getting Boy <i>with </i> Apple, you goddamn little fruit!How's that supposed to make me feel?Call the police. We're pressing charges.This criminal has plagued my family for nearly 20 years.He's a ruthless adventurer and a con-artistwho preys on mentally feeble, sick old ladies, and he probably fucks them, too!I go to bed with all my friends.Where's Céline?What?She's dead. We're reading her will.Oh, yes, yes, of course.If I learn you ever once laid a finger on my mother's body,living or dead, I swear to God,I'll out your throat! You hear me?I thought I was supposed to be a fucking faggot. You are, but you're bisexual.Let's change the subject.I'm leaving.Wait here quietly. please.That picture, Boy <i>with</i> Apple, is priceless. Understand?Congratulations, Monsieur Gustave!They're going to fight me for the son of a bitch. Is it very beautiful?Beyond description."E'en the most gifted bard's rhyme can only sing "but to the lack of her and all she isn't!"His tongue doth..." Can I see it?I don't see why not.This is van Hoytl's exquisite portrayalof a beautiful boy on the cusp of manhood. Blond, smooth. Skin as white as that milk.Of impeccable provenance.One of the last in private hands, and unquestionably, the best.It's a masterpiece.The rest of this shit is worthless junk.<i>M. Gustave ?</i>Can I help you?Yes. Serge.You can wrap this up. please.Wrap up --Wrap up -- "Boy With Apple"?What did you want to tell me, before?I think I cannot say right now.Write me tomorrow. Lutzbahn Station!I'll never part with it.It reminded her of me. It will remind me of her. Always.I'll die with this picture above my bed.See the resemblance?Oh, yes.Actually, we should sell it.Sooner rather than later, in case they try to steal it back.Plus, something about those lunaticfoot-soldiers on the express...This could be a tricky war and a long dry spell in the hotel trade.For all we know, they could board us up tomorrow. Let's make a solemn blood-pact.We'll contact the black market and liquidate Boy <i>with</i> Apple by the end of the week,then leave the country and lay low somewhere along the Maltese Rivierauntil the troubles blow over and we resume our posts.In exchange for your help, your loyaltyand your services as my personal valet,I pledge to you 1.5% of the net sale price.1.5? Plus room and board.Could we make it 10? 10? Are you joking?That's more than I'd pay an actual dealer,and you wouldn't know Chiaroscuro from chicken giblets.No, 1.5 is correct. But I'll tell you what,if I die first, and I most certainly will, you will be my sole heir.There's not much in the kitty excepta set of ivory-backed hairbrushesand my library of romantic poetry,but when the time comes, these will be yours, along with whatever we haven't already spent on whores and whiskey.This is our sacred bond.I'll draw it up right now.I, Monsieur Gustave H, being of relatively sound mind and body,on this day, the 19th of October,in the year of our Lord 1932...<i>MR. MOUSTAFA: He never told me where he came from.</i><i>I never asked who his family had been.</i> Excuse me.Uh-huh?The police are here. They asked for you.Tell them I'll be right down.Okay.Have you ever been questioned by the authorities?Yes, on one occasion I was arrestedand tortured by the rebel militiaafter the Desert Uprising.You know the drill, then. Zip it. Of course.You've never heard the word "van Hoytl" in your life. Okay, let's go.How may we serve you, gentlemen?Ah, Inspector Henckels."By order of the Commissioner of Police, Zubrowka Province, "I hereby place you under arrest for the murder "of Madame Céline Villeneuve Desgoffe und Taxis."I knew there was something fishy.We never got the cause of death.She's been murdered and you think I did it. HENCKELS: Hey!Stop!What happened?What happened, my dear Zero, is I beat the living shitout of a sniveling little runt called Pinky Bandinski who had the gall to question my virility, because if there's one thing we've learned from penny dreadfuls,it's that, when you find yourself in a place like this, you must never be a candy-ass.You've got to prove yourself from Day One.You've got to win their respect.You should take a long look at his ugly mug this morning.He's, actually, become a dear friend.You'll meet him, I hope.So. You've talked to Kovacs?I saw him last night in secret.He made me take an oath on a Bible I wouldn't tell a soul.You're supposed to also.I'll do that later.He suspects you're innocent.Of course he does.What's the charge?In the small hours of the evening of 19 October, an individual well-known to the house and staff, a Monsieur Gustave H,did arrive at the Desgoffe und Taxis residence in Lutzand entered by the rear service alley,alerting no one to his presence,and did then proceed by way of back stairs and servants' passage,to deliver himself into the private chambers of Madame D.There is no evidence to indicate whether this visit had been pre-arranged with her or not.The next morning Madame D was found dead by strychnine poisoning.Monsieur Gustave was not observed on the premises againuntil, of course, 24 hours later.The identity of his accusers is madeclear in this notarized deposition.They include, essentially, all members of the extended family,but the key witness who actually ostensibly saw the alleged eventsappears to have fled the jurisdiction.His whereabouts are currently unknown,but he's being sought and pursued by the relevant authorities.Who is he?Serge?I'm afraid so.That little prick.No, I don't believe it. They put him up to it.I've been dropped into a nest of vipers.You have an alibi?Of course, but she's married to the Duke of Westphalia.I can't allow her name to get mixed-up in all this monkey business.Your life may be at stake.。

90《布达佩斯大饭店》是韦斯·安德森的巅峰之作，他的美学理念也在该片中表现得淋漓尽致。

从观感上看，以红、黄、蓝为基础的色彩选取，整体搭建了暖色调的复古氛围；广角镜头的广泛使用，又进一步深化了这种色彩的氛围感，使人产生了审美所必备的浪漫情绪。

从叙事上看，怪咖云集的主体叙述和时空交割的剧情发展，完全不避讳艺术的刻意性和创作者的主观意图。

而无论是故事情节本身，还是其背后深意，都无疑地彰显着韦斯·安德森的人文情怀。

韦斯·安德森走入人们的视野，仰仗于《布达佩斯大饭店》的大获成功。

这一年，生于20世纪60年代末的韦斯·安德森已年近半百。

在中学时代，韦斯·安德森就活跃于学校的文艺圈子，他用父亲买的机器创作短片影像，在学校中组织学生创作和参演话剧。

德克萨斯大学是韦斯的母校，在这里他的专业是哲学，但同时他也辅修了自己最爱的剧本写作，在校期间对于电影、历史、文学等艺术形式多有涉猎。

正是这样的学习经历和广泛的兴趣爱好，成就了韦斯的个人魅力，也为他后期的创作提供了必要养料。

从宏观上来审视电影美学，它主要表现为针对现实生活以及人与人、人与社会之间的关系进行多维度思考和辩证的一种艺术形式。

[1]在研究电影美学的过程中，行家们往往将侧重点放到电影文本本身的创作背景、影视自身的文化底蕴以及观众在审美表现上的规律性变化等等。

由此可见，电影美学并不是简单的欣赏电影，而是综合了哲学、艺术和社会等多重因素的审美。

从归属上看，美学被纳入到了哲学的范畴之内，但电影美学却不单单是纯粹的哲学，一些哲学上所崇尚的真理只有经过电影文本的修饰和改造之后，才能够被称之为真正的电影美学。

[2]一、 色彩之于镜头的视觉盛宴（一）独特的色彩审美意识在一部分时尚人士的心中，韦斯如果不做导演【作者简介】蔡卫华，女，内蒙古呼和浩特人，内蒙古医科大学外国语学院讲师，博士。

色彩·荒诞·情怀：《布达佩斯大饭店》中韦斯·安德森美学格调之显蔡卫华电影《布达佩斯大饭店》海报第24期的话，去当一名室内设计师也一定能够安然度日，因为在《布达佩斯大饭店》中韦斯对色彩的那种独特审美得到了淋漓尽致的复刻。

⼩⽥⽼师：电影《布达佩斯⼤饭店》中的⾊彩浅析奥斯卡提名终于揭晓，《布达佩斯⼤饭店》包揽了9项提名，极有可能成为今年奥斯卡的⼤赢家。

提名中就包括了最佳服装设计奖……对啊正本⽚⼦⾥⾯华丽丽的服装和道具真的让⼈⼀秒爱上。

⽽近⽇知名的室内设计杂志《Apartamento》对导演韦斯·安德森的采访更是将⼤家的⽬光引向了这部电影迷⼈的视觉艺术。

慢慢推进的长镜头或是长时间的镜头定格，把⼈物居中于画⾯，⽽这时⼈物背后的家装，就成了画⾯不可忽视的部分，观众⾃然就会渐渐把视线从⼈物延伸到这些本来并⾮是主⾓的布景上去。

⼀切都是悦⽬的，你甚⾄不⽤把画⾯定格下来细致领略，因为导演已经给你留⾜了充分的时间。

“你甚⾄可以把韦斯·安德森和室内装潢设计师相提并论”，《Apartamento》的总编辑Marco Valerdi这样说。

《Apartamento》的创办⼈Nacho Alegre则说“我总是说⼀个⼈住家的照⽚相较于肖像更能展现出他的个性。

”⽽对于韦斯·安德森来说或许⼀部电影中⼈物所处的场景如何布置，⽐任何描述或台词都更能使⼈物的灵魂与性格活灵活现。

细致⼊微⼀丝不苟的独特场景设计已经成为韦斯安德森的标志，他透过场景叙述故事与⾓⾊。

正如Valerdi所说“如果你仔细看安德森的作品，其中有许多复杂的场景装潢，特别⽽精确的空间构造以及⼈物服饰，韦斯对于所有细节都充满热情，这也是为何他的作品如此迷⼈的原因。

”⾸先来说说⾊彩的设计，⾊彩渲染了每⼀场景的整体氛围，例如律师即将遭到杀害时场景呈诡异的灰绿⾊。

还有很多时候⼈物的⾐着与周围的环境和谐的融为⼀体，再或者进⾏极不和谐的反差对⽐，形成⼀种⾓⾊闯⼊场景的感觉来渲染某⼀情节，例如在酒店中德⽶特⾥追逐阿加莎时⼀⾝⿊⾐，⾯容诡异的他忽然间被⾄于粉⾦⾊的场景正中……⽽总的来说或明丽或甜美的暖⾊调是布达佩斯⼤饭店的主要基调！这样的⾊彩设计除了导演的个⼈喜好和使观众感到赏⼼悦⽬之外。