Niagara Gazette —
The fun that pours out of every frame of “The Grand Budapest Hotel” is contagious. It’s like watching a Marx Brothers comedy as made in the florid style of Ernst Lubitsch, who directed movies in Hollywood as if he was still in the Germany of the two Kaiser Wilhelms. At one point, Anderson delivers a snowbound chase scene that is exciting in its simplicity and energetic in its technique. The film’s production vales are sumptuous. Robert D. Yeoman’s cinematography is exquisite.
“The Grand Budapest Hotel” is a delirious, chutes and ladders-style adventure. Picture those Russian matryoshka nesting dolls set free and running around like crazy. It’s that kind of movie.
In “On My Way,” Deneuve plays Bettie, a former beauty queen, now in her mid-60s, who runs a failing bistro in Brittany, is estranged from her angry daughter from her only marriage, and has been unceremoniously dumped by her current longtime lover. He leaves her for a playful 25-year old. If that isn’t enough, Bettie’s world is dominated by her mother with whom she lives.
In a completely understandable way, which only the French can pull off with genuine style, Bettie’s first thought after the break-up is to have a cigarette, a habit she had ended but is now ready to resume. The desire to smoke leads Bettie on a road trip through some very alluring French scenery.
She will meet, and do much more than greet, a younger man at a wild bar called Le Ranch. And she will also participate in a reunion, of sorts, with former beauty queens, all facing the twin hurdles of age and sagging everything. But most importantly in director Bercot’s good-natured comedy, which is filled with many truisms, Bettie will reunite with her grandson, a sweet and energetic 11-year old who will help guide her through the realities of her new, and possibly frightening, status in life.