REVIEW: so I went to see Robert Altman's _Gosford Park_, despite my standing rule never to see movies directed by Robert Altman, because both E and I had heard good things about it (I'm looking at you, Camille). Now, I don't want to say the movie was a complete and total waste of my time, but never has a murder mystery failed to inspire both sympathy for any of the characters involved and an interest in who exactly did the murdering. Nothing interesting was said, nothing interesting happened. But my goodness, he took a long time to say it. The superfluities astound me: the American director, the actor/valet, the crazy girl who looked like she was high, the girl in the green dress, the detective... did any of them actually contribute to the plot at all? Actually, while we're at it, what was the plot? It was submerged, if it existed, in the inane chattering of... well, everybody. And, unlike all other Robert Altman movies, it at no point featured unneccesary female nudity. I mean, if you can't even manage to do what you do well, why bother?
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