One hotel I will never check into.

The reviews could be great. All my friends could rave about it. It could win kudos as the funniest film of the year. I still wouldn't go to see The Grand Budapest Hotel. Why? They killed a cat in it. In my book any film that uses the death of an animal for humor is off my list forever. In rare cases an animal's death is significant to the story—very rare cases. In the very first episode of the sitcom Yes, Dear, I thought the writing was funny, the actors were talented, the lead especially so. But they killed a cat for comedy, and I never watched another episode. Neurotic? Overly sensitive? Maybe. But I wish more people were bothered when filmmakers think the death of an innocent animal is a hilarious piece of comedy.