"Reality, in a Wes Anderson film, is a vulgarity, a cruelty, and a necessity -- for although his films are populated with people trying as best they can to create a superior cubbyhole of an illusion to live in, and for all that he adores and glorifies this effort, stubbornly, still, he always allows his beautiful worlds to be shattered. Like kids on the beach after a wave has sluiced through their sandcastles, Anderson's protagonists are left working up the will to rebuild again. We have faith that they will rebuild, perhaps less ambitiously but with more success. In The Grand Budapest Hotel, however, after the loss of illusion, only death remains."
- Anne Washburn, from The West Anderson Collection: The Grand Budapest Hotel by Matt Zoller Seitz