What an amazing cinematic experience of richness in diorama. It is this visual idea to film that Mr. Anderson propels in an appetizing direction; towards an American dream of a kleptocratic necroscopy – yet remaining vividly alive with that quintessential mirth, aged well.

The plot has much ado about property. And the conniving towards acquiring rights to ease. Ease and relief.

The stereotypical portrayal of mores which are 20th century in their candor of reckless behaviors reaches the certain hilarious absurdity in the pseudo-”karmic” wheel of justice finding fortune in the one who can manage things.

And that begins from the humblest of places.

“ But the LORD said unto Samuel: ‘Look not on his countenance, or on the height of his stature; because I have rejected him; for it is not as man seeth: for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the LORD looketh on the heart.’”

-1 Samuel 16:7

It is that attentiveness to seriousness, in all the minutiaen minima, where there is the inevitability of justice – with the swaying of the world, however blighted with its anodyne rationalistic planning leaving the whif of whim behind in a bygone era of fun, of passion if not romance, unto that which is right and fair.

To inherit the Hotel, one needs to be prepared for it. By enjoying the preciousness of its possibilities.