The pretentious classicist in me abhors this, but my inner nerd thinks this is the greatest thing ever. Katanas make everything better. Even Grand Hotel, which in a perfect world would end in a stylishly-choreographed swordfight between Flaemmchen and Grusinskaya in the lobby of the hotel (with Flaemmchen winning, naturally). Not that the plot of the film really provides for such a scene, but it still would have been fantastic. And stop staring at me like that.