Splatter: on FILM

A Line of Honest Verse
By: S.Platter

Disappointed my heart; expectations were buzzing

I thought well with casting, pastels, and odd cakes

Anderson

So vulgar it’s brazen, filthy constant bold cussing
Bloody digits now severed and prison shiv stabbings
Disgusting

Beauty and gore, It’s a viewer’s discretion
Mustachioed, dainty, Finnes funny filanderings:
paradox.

A most twinkling star cast boasts of cameos aplenty:
Jude Law and Bill Murray, Brody and Finnes, and then
Swinton.

Amidst wonderful wishing lark leary retreats,
The Grand Budapest sits astride time zones
waiting

For narration illuminating two tragic stories.
A young tale like a love song with rough twists most
Barbarous.

Classic emotionless dialogue lilting
On breathtaking canvas like frosting
from Mendls

How is one film so two-toned with
Filth- lusty pageantry?
What romance. What grimace. No innocent
Moonrise.

Will the red Zissou beanie capped Anderson fans
Appreciate Monseniour Gustaf H and his
lobby boy?

Of the wild conversations ensuing from Budapest,
I have no doubt dinners will bubble
And coo.

All the beards and rimmed glasses, a flannel menagerie.
Seattlite audiences bursting
For joy

But I remain tossed over licenses taken,
Like a teaspoon of dung in a cake mix
Unnoticed?