“You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it.”
When the concierge’s geriatric lover Madame D is found dead, he is named to inherit an invaluable painting in her possession, which enrages the departed’s villainous son Dmitri (the also fabulous Adrien Brody). Chaos ensues as Gustave and Zero scramble to clear his name and the two impart of a series of misadventures that involve incarceration, evading police and a high speed chase on a toboggan.
“You’re looking so well darling, you really are. I don’t know what sort of cream they put on you down at the morgue but, I want some”
There are so many great cameos by the usual troupe of actors devoted to Anderson’s films but Willem Dafoe really takes the cake as J.G. Jopling, the nefarious hit man who works for Dmitri. Dafoe’s dark and sinister presence is only confounded by his ridiculous overbite and buzz cut that reminds you of a homely lap dog.
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