the grand budapest hotel review

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I realize that this film isn’t as current as the other movies that I usually review. However, with all of the snow that we’ve been getting in Canada, I’ve been in a Grand-Budapest kind of mood.

2.jpgThe Grand Budapest Hotel is my second favourite Anderson film, after Moonrise Kingdom. That does not mean that it is not worth seeing. I still love this movie very much. On paper, it has many points that I look for in a good film. It’s quirky. It has action and adventure, murder, mystery, is set in a foreign land, is set far back in time, has class, has amazing actors, and is visually stunning. Actually, it’s probably one of the most perfect and most stunning movies that I have ever seen. Each scene is a work of art in and of itself.

Here is the synopsis:

The Grand Budapest Hotel recounts the adventures of Gustave H, a legendary concierge at a famous European hotel between the wars, and Zero Moustafa, the lobby boy who becomes his most trusted friend. The story involves the theft and recovery of a priceless Renaissance painting and the battle for an enormous family fortune – all against the backdrop of a suddenly and dramatically changing Continent.”

– Fox Searchlight

5.jpgWould you like to expand your education on The Grand Budapest Hotel? Then you may become a student of the Akademie Zubrowka where they offer a course on the Republic of Zubrowka before the War.

6.jpgDid you know that the famous hotel is also on Trip Advisor? You may view the link by clicking here.

4.jpgI, myself, have never been to Hungary. If and when I do go, I would love it if I could stay on the Alpine Mountainside. I would suggest that you guys do the same, and keep an eye out for The Grand Budapest Hotel. If you never plan on going, then just watch the film.

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Emory

hey there, lefty

Screen Shot 2014-08-31 at 8.36.07 PMYesterday was my mum’s birthday. You know, the woman that comments almost daily on my blog and never fails to offer her infinite wisdom to me and my readers? It was also the day that I decided to crack open Issue 13 of Kinfolk Magazine, otherwise known as The Imperfect Issue

This issue read much differently than other Kinfolk issues. It was filled with arbitrary knowledge, the history of mistakes, and many, many twins. It began with a quote by Leonard Cohen (a rather brilliant quote about imperfection), and ended with an article on left-handedness. My mum is left-handed, and so I immediately thought of her when I saw and subsequently read the article. Not just because it was her birthday, but because she, too, is awesome and unique.

This post is for my mum.

<3

Emory

“There is a crack in everything – that’s how the light gets in.”

– Leonard Cohen

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Dear Mr. Right,

My sincerest apologies in advance if you struggle to read this note, if not for its radical honesty then for the fact that my fountain pen’s ink is smudging across the paper.

As the Thelma to your Louise, I’d like to tell you a little about life on my side of the vertical equator. After all, there are upsides to being a southpaw.

While only one in ten humans is a lefty, there’s a lopsided contingent that has made history. For every left-handed psychopath such as Jack the Ripper or Alexander the Great, there has been a genius counterpart in Einstein or Leonardo da Vinci. Since the end of WWII, more than half of the US presidents have been left-handed – including Obama and Clinton – and there are a disproportionate number of us among Mensa’s ranks. We may be potential sorcerers to the Inuit and cursed to the Moroccans, but we’re also healers to the Incas and luck-filled to the Zuni.

It’s no surprise that my moniker’s etymology isn’t in my favour either. Why do women never seek Mr. Left? Why does a leader have his right-hand man but the uncoordinated have two left feet? And to expands beyond the Queen’s english: The Italians share one word for both sinister and left, as well as treacherous and left-handed, and the word for clumsy in German refers to us too. Even the term ambidextrous comes from the Latin word “to be right on both sides.” I’ll never win.

Everything in this world that was built for your palms is a challenge we must surmount. Scissors that don’t cut. Can openers that don’t open. Computer mice that don’t click. Power tools that risk accidental catastrophic hemorrhages. We knock elbows when eating at tables and poke eyes with bows when playing in orchestras. Even the humble handshake is in your favour.

However, there are aspects of life where we do have an advantage. The left side of the body is controlled bu the right side of the brain, but we use the left’s neurons more on a day-to-day basis. Because of this daily communication, it means we form stronger neural pathways between the hemispheres, making us quicker decision makers, faster processors and better multitasks. And it goes beyond the cranial too: With 3,400 words to be typed solely using the left hand versus 450 words with the right, we’re faster typists. We don’t have to swap our forks to our eating hand when cutting up and consuming dinner. With our proclivity to choose the left line over the right, we spend less time standing in lines by default (even Disneyland officials say so). We adapt to seeing underwater more clearly. We’re less likely to get arthritis or ulcers.

But quirkiness aside, shall I tell you what’s ultimately in our favour? Evolution.

If we were really at a disadvantage, Darwin’s theory of natural selection would have cast us off eons ago. But here we still are. And why? Combat. That’s correct – if it came down to you and me in a fight fight, evolution has determined that I’ll always have the slightest advantage. When you were growing up as a Neanderthal more than 400,000 years ago, you became more acquainted with duelling with right-handers. So when a lefty suddenly jumped out of a cave and confronted your tribe, each jab we threw came at a surprising angle and gave us the proverbial upper hand. It’s what makes us better baseball batters and Olympic fencers, and it’s the reason nature has deemed us worthy of biological selection. In the long term, it is I who will reign.

So what do you say, Mr. Right? Can we shake on this?

Regards,

Lefty

by Georgia Frances King

take your mama out all night

This post is dedicated to my mama. No, she didn’t die. She’s just really, really awesome. I’ll get to why in a minute.

Over the past few weeks, I have made some adjustments to the layout of my blog. These changes have been so subtle that many of you probably haven’t noticed. However, if you are the avid fans that I hope you are, and you did notice, then good for you! You get five gold stars. ;-)))

The reason why I give mention to the layout is because one of the modifications that I did make was to the top menu bar. I decided to get rid of it when I decided to close the (virtual) doors to the Hello, Scarlett Store. The store was launched around the same time that I started up this blog. In a way, I’ve always associated the store with my blog. Yet, over the past few months Canada Post has significantly raised their prices twice, coupled with a lack of time to photograph and post my merchandise, and eBayers who would lowball my items and subsequently not pay for them, I’ve had a declining interest in keeping the store open. That being said, if it wasn’t for my mama, the store would never have been as successful as it was. Each month I came out on top, and her items were always my best sellers. She made the Hello, Scarlett Store what it was, I merely put the finishing touches on it.

It felt awful to tell my mum that I would be closing down the store, but like any good mother, she understood why. However, this is not the end. I already have a pop-up shop in the works, and a revamped HS Store will be coming soon on Etsy. The new store will mostly feature handmade items with some leftover and vintage clothing from my original business.

So, dear readers, here is my latest prairie fashion video. It has many of the clothes that were once featured in the store, and many of which were supplied by my precious mama. Get ready!

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favorite fridays.

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tomorrow is the birthday of the best person that i know, my mum.

even though our family is larger than most, she spoils each and every one in it. she has given all of us money, vehicles, down payments for homes, clothes, pets, food, and more than is imaginable. not only that, she moved her own mother into her house after my grandfather passed away. she rescues animals of all shapes and sizes, and employs any working soul who is in need of a job. most importantly, she is always there and always available when anyone needs her. the lessons that i have learned about being a good person and a strong woman from my mother are innumerable, and  i feel so lucky to have been one of her three children.

happy birthday, mamasita! thanks for being you. :-)

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