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In form, Gosford Park lies in the tradition of many old movies (including many adapted from Agatha Christie) in which a group of people, all with their own agendas, are thrown together in an isolated country house; a murder occurs, and a savvy detective must figure out who, of the several guests with strong motives, actually committed the crime. As usual, Altman is less concerned with crafting a perfect example of the genre than he is with examining the genre itself. Altman's approach is not so much a satire as a reimagining of the style's conventions, with the class elements emphasized.
Like M*A*S*H, Nashville, Short Cuts and numerous other Altman projects, Gosford Park drops the viewer into a complex, frantic situation with no clear-cut protagonist to cling to. The closest the film comes to a central character is Mary Maceachran (Kelly Macdonald), a demure young maid accompanying her aged employer, the snobbish Lady Trentham (Smith), for a weekend party at the summer house of crusty Sir William McCordle (Michael Gambon), whose coldhearted wife, Sylvia (Kristin Scott Thomas), is Lady Trentham's niece.
Also in attendance are Sylvia's two sisters (Geraldine Somerville and Natasha Wightman) and their husbands (Charles Dance and Tom Hollander). In addition, there is the McCordle daughter (Camilla Rutherford); Ivor Novello (Jeremy Northam), the real-life British songwriter and matinee idol whose persona Altman and screenwriter Julian Fellowes have borrowed for the film; and his guest, a Hollywood producer (Bob Balaban, who co-produced Gosford Park) who's doing background research for the upcoming Charlie Chan in London.
If this seems intimidatingly complicated, you haven't heard the half of it. There are four more guests, whose relationship to the others continues to baffle me. Indeed, two of them seem so tangential that one can only wonder if they are remnants of a subplot that was excised. And we haven't even gotten to the servants, who are the real heart of the story.
What the servants in this world lack in money and power, they compensate for with ritual and knowledge. That is, while they know everything that's going on in both their realm and the "upstairs" world of their wealthy and/or titled employers, the latter know very little about what goes on "downstairs." Altman is careful to show us how the downstairs people are omnipresent, even as they strive to self-effacingly blend in with the woodwork. On one hand, it is their pleasure and validation to serve; on the other, they are completely aware of their bosses' utter helplessness without them.
Mary, new to service, functions much of the time as our surrogate, as the house staff -- butler (Alan Bates), housekeeper (Helen Mirren), cook (Eileen Atkins, co-creator of Upstairs Downstairs, to which the film clearly owes a debt), footmen (Richard E. Grant and Jeremy Swift) and head housemaid (Emily Watson) -- explain to her the insane rules mandated by tradition. They inform her that visiting help will be addressed only by the names of their employers, effectively stripping them of any other identity; likewise, each will have his or her seat at dinner determined by the employer's rank.
If there is a problem with Gosford Park, it's that Altman seems so enthralled with the interplay of the characters that he's reluctant to put much energy into the mystery itself. The murder doesn't occur until somewhere past the movie's midway point. And the "brilliant" inspector (Stephen Fry) is so totally imbecilic, that he seems to have wandered in from a different film altogether. Still, there is a payoff on the murder, one inextricably integrated with all the class interactions the movie has set up so carefully.
As is always his style in ensemble films, Altman has his cameramen prowl around a set in which several events are unfolding simultaneously; he often seems to concentrate on the most trivial (if absorbing) activities, while the important stuff is going on in the background or solely on the soundtrack. It's a canny technique, particularly for a mystery; we never know whether the highlighting of certain things is important or not. When the camera adopts such an "indiscriminate" eye, clues can be dropped in without being obvious.
Altman's technique also allows his huge cast to act up a storm, in the best sense. Gosford Park uses roughly half the best actors in England; in addition to those mentioned above, it also features Derek Jacobi, James Wilby and Clive Owen. (American heartthrob Ryan Phillippe is in there, too, and perfect for his role.) Much of the beauty of what the actors provide is not apparent on a single viewing; the second time around, one can perceive and understand numerous little expressions and reactions whose meanings weren't clear the first time.
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