Wes Anderson is a weird cat to me because sometimes he hits it out of the park and sometimes it’s just underwhelming. Most of his disappointing films use kitschiness as a crutch, while his best pictures have real stories to tell. The Grand Budapest Hotel is plot-heavy and consistently funny, anchored by an awesome lead performance by Ralph Fiennes and Anderson’s always reliable supporting cast. With a Wes Anderson film, you’re getting a remarkable audio-visual experience, but this time you’re also getting his most engaging story since The Life Aquatic.