The Grand Budapest Hotel

In an Eastern European country between the World Wars, a meticulously correct concierge at a gleaming luxury hotel (Ralph Fiennes) basks in the crisp stylishness of his position—until he runs afoul of the heirs to one of his richest and most besotted customers (Tilda Swinton plays the old woman under pounds of hilarious age makeup; Adrien Brody and Willem Dafoe lead her cabal of greedy relatives). Director and co-writer (with Hugo Guinness) Wes Anderson begins in the present day, moving back to the 1930s in stages, like a time traveler, and his movie overflows with endearing comic invention, countered by an undercurrent of melancholy nostalgia for a lost (and maybe imaginary) elegance. It's a funny, sad movie and a rueful delight. Tony Revolori is fun as Fiennes' adoring sidekick.