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From a review:
Those fifteen minutes are classic Wes Anderson. His camera moves with grace and precision through the room as Schwartzmann, with a sad look on his face and a stark moustache above his lip, waits for Portman to arrive. Sitting on the floor is a beautiful tanned-leather trunk decorated with colourful images of elephants (one of a set crafted especially for the film by Marc Jacobs). On the stereo we hear Peter Sarstedts wistful ode to Paris, Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)', and all around theres evidence of the same deep orange that characterises Schwartzmanns hotel dressing-gown, from the thick duvet on the bed to the towels in the bathroom. If theres one element of Hotel Chevalier thats surprising for Anderson, its a strong sense of romance and sexuality: in one shot, Schwartzmann gently pulls off Portmans clothes to reveal her naked body from behind, and a later shot has Portman, nude, standing still in a doorway, one foot up against the frame. Its a beautiful shot, and one thats made even more pertinent by Sarstedts melancholic lyrics on the soundtrack. Its the sexiest thing that Anderson has ever done.
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