It had to happen. It wouldn't be a year for the industry without a stuffy (usually British) art piece. Gosford Park fills the bill with more than enough syrup. Technical credits were all fine, but today's audiences deserve more. Take out the pretentious overdone high society British schtick, add some coherence and satisfying twists and Gosford might have been deserving of whatever praise it is receiving. The obligatory cursing was a distraction. It's the film that bumped much more worthy productions such as Amelie or Black Hawk Down from the best picture nominations. And what was with everyone hating the adorbale "Pip the Dog"? Thank goodness he made it through the film. When he rode away with his head sticking out of the travel bag, I felt good that all was not lost.
Review of Gosford Park
