The Grand Budapest Hotel

If Wes Anderson's films were a pastry cart, 'The Grand Budapest Hotel' would be that impossible-to-ignore, overly intricate dessert. This movie packs more symmetrical shots and pastel colors than a hipster wedding. It's like watching a play where every actor accidentally took a charisma pill. Fans can't decide if they're more obsessed with the visuals or Ralph Fiennes' delivery. Either way, it's a delightful problem to have.