I'm Emily Watson's in bed, just had an orgasm voice.
I'm MOST intriguing.
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I'm Emily Watson's in bed, just had an orgasm voice.
I'm MOST intriguing.
by Anonymous | reply 200 | August 4, 2020 8:54 PM |
I'm also Emily Watson's 'I know EVERYTHING' face.
by Anonymous | reply 1 | June 30, 2017 2:29 PM |
In one of the reviews for Angela's Ashes where she played Angela, someone said " you can almost see the Oscar in her eyes as she trudges up the hill, a child on both hips."
by Anonymous | reply 2 | June 30, 2017 2:50 PM |
I'm Ryan Phillippe's "zoolander". I am his only expression in this movie.
by Anonymous | reply 3 | June 30, 2017 2:55 PM |
I am the Jewish character who does not have to endure the explicit antisemitism for which the British aristocracy was notorious.
I am the gratuitous profanity added to get an R Rating.
by Anonymous | reply 5 | June 30, 2017 3:02 PM |
I'm the unsatisfied longings in the male servants' rooms.
by Anonymous | reply 6 | June 30, 2017 3:05 PM |
I'm attempted rape, something a servant girl has to watch out for while washing her mistress's shirt.
by Anonymous | reply 8 | June 30, 2017 3:45 PM |
I'm Rupert, the opportunistic cad.
by Anonymous | reply 9 | June 30, 2017 3:46 PM |
I'm OP - who had planned to be the difficult colour green and/or the bought marmalade and now has to be something else.
OK - I'm Mary and I'm VERY cheap.
I'm also supposed to be someone the audience identifies and sympathises with - but really I, much like Emily Watson, have not a single endearing quality. I just shuffle around with a frown on my face, looking puzzled by everything.
by Anonymous | reply 10 | June 30, 2017 3:51 PM |
I'm the horrible little dog.
I deserved to be kicked.
by Anonymous | reply 11 | June 30, 2017 3:55 PM |
I'm that phone call from Hollywood the Jew is waiting for.
by Anonymous | reply 12 | June 30, 2017 4:11 PM |
I'm the dodgy Scottish accent
by Anonymous | reply 13 | June 30, 2017 4:12 PM |
I'm Downton Abbey. I made the aristocracy appear noble and benevolent and asked the audience to mourn their demise.
by Anonymous | reply 14 | June 30, 2017 4:14 PM |
I'm the very un-British comment about not being able to play for two teams, uttered by the maid.
by Anonymous | reply 15 | June 30, 2017 4:14 PM |
I'm Robert Altman's post-[italic]Popeye[/italic], pre-[italic]Player[/italic] output. You've probably forgotten about me by now.
by Anonymous | reply 16 | June 30, 2017 4:17 PM |
I'm the excellent homemade jam eaten by the morose husband.
by Anonymous | reply 17 | June 30, 2017 4:39 PM |
I'm Kristen Scott Thomas's riding outfit.
by Anonymous | reply 18 | June 30, 2017 8:03 PM |
I'm Richard E Grant - apparently, I'm NO ONE.
In fact, I was better in this than I usually am.
by Anonymous | reply 19 | June 30, 2017 8:45 PM |
I'm Kristen Scott Thomas walking away backwards as I inspect the green dress.
by Anonymous | reply 20 | June 30, 2017 8:47 PM |
I'm Ryan Phillippe's ass. Strangely, and disappointingly, I remain clad throughout the film.
by Anonymous | reply 21 | June 30, 2017 8:48 PM |
[quote]I'm the very un-British comment about not being able to play for two teams, uttered by the maid.
In England, we say un-English, dear.
by Anonymous | reply 23 | June 30, 2017 8:52 PM |
I'm Jeremy Northam -- I sing much better than Hugh Jackman ever would have as Ivor Novello (and have done full-frontal nudity elsewhere) and deserve a much better career than I have.
by Anonymous | reply 24 | June 30, 2017 8:53 PM |
I was just going to mention gay Jeremy as gay Ivor Novello - and gays Alan Bates, Derek Jacobi and Tom Hollander are also on hand,
The most hilarious joke is where the aristos beg the film producer to tell them the story of his new (1932) film - as none of them will ever see it.
by Anonymous | reply 25 | June 30, 2017 9:03 PM |
R23, I'm glad you got that ;)
by Anonymous | reply 26 | June 30, 2017 9:11 PM |
I'm the cute guy who arrives late and fucks the maid in the basement.
by Anonymous | reply 27 | June 30, 2017 9:16 PM |
I'm patricide.
by Anonymous | reply 28 | July 1, 2017 3:18 AM |
I'm the separate box for Lady Trentham's jewels that Mary didn't think to bring.
by Anonymous | reply 29 | July 1, 2017 3:20 AM |
I'm the smart Bobby who has to follow the dolt of a detective around.
by Anonymous | reply 30 | July 1, 2017 3:25 AM |
I'm the chubby servant girl who scores aristocratic dick!
by Anonymous | reply 31 | July 1, 2017 3:33 AM |
I'm Freddie Nesbitt, sucking up.
by Anonymous | reply 32 | July 1, 2017 3:51 PM |
I'm a shooting party, which Lady Trentham hates.
by Anonymous | reply 33 | July 2, 2017 2:50 AM |
I'm Lady Trentham saying "Mary" in my clipped voice.
(Mary's a wonderful name to say in a clipped voice).
by Anonymous | reply 34 | July 2, 2017 2:54 AM |
I'm Mabel Nesbitt's 'glove manufacturer' father, who you (sadly) don't see.
by Anonymous | reply 35 | July 2, 2017 2:58 AM |
Hock-ptooey! I'm the spit on the silverware.
by Anonymous | reply 36 | July 2, 2017 3:03 AM |
Cutlery, dear.
by Anonymous | reply 37 | July 2, 2017 3:08 AM |
I'm Helen Mirrin, looking most unsexy for this movie.
by Anonymous | reply 39 | July 2, 2017 4:30 AM |
I'm mirin Mirrin.
by Anonymous | reply 40 | July 2, 2017 4:37 AM |
I'm Robert Altman's last chance for winning an Oscar and loaing to fucking Ron Howard.
by Anonymous | reply 41 | July 2, 2017 4:45 AM |
^ losing
by Anonymous | reply 42 | July 2, 2017 4:46 AM |
I'm doughty and gouty, I'm wonderful to see.
by Anonymous | reply 43 | July 2, 2017 5:32 AM |
I'm cousin Ivor's last movie, The Lodger, which flopped, as Lady Trentham doesn't fail to remind him.
by Anonymous | reply 44 | February 11, 2018 10:10 PM |
I’m Mrs. Wilson explaining “the gift” of anticipation.
“What gift do you think a good servant has that separates them from the others? Its the gift of anticipation. And I'm a good servant; I'm better than good, I'm the best; I'm the perfect servant. I know when they'll be hungry, and the food is ready. I know when they'll be tired, and the bed is turned down. I know it before they know it themselves.”
by Anonymous | reply 45 | February 11, 2018 10:37 PM |
I'm bored to sobs.
by Anonymous | reply 46 | February 12, 2018 1:56 AM |
I'm Ron Howard's Best Director Oscar for... some movie, I guess?
by Anonymous | reply 47 | February 12, 2018 2:25 AM |
I'm Maceachran. Difficult to pronounce and spell.
by Anonymous | reply 48 | February 12, 2018 2:35 AM |
I'm William McCordle. I did my bit in the war and I cut cards for my wife. Never been lucky at cards.
by Anonymous | reply 49 | February 12, 2018 2:36 AM |
I'm Inspector Thompson, reminding Constable Dexter that they have people to clean up evidence like broken coffee cups in the study.
by Anonymous | reply 50 | February 12, 2018 2:37 AM |
The golden curls on Ryan Phillipis head.
by Anonymous | reply 51 | February 12, 2018 2:40 AM |
I’m the Bloody Mary, dropped on the muddy floor of the rotunda.
by Anonymous | reply 52 | February 12, 2018 4:13 AM |
I'm a hot glass of milk at midnight.
by Anonymous | reply 53 | February 12, 2018 4:53 AM |
I'm the fallout of conscientious objection, shamefully driving one towards periodic drunken binges for the rest of one's life.
by Anonymous | reply 54 | February 12, 2018 3:40 PM |
I am a woman traveling without a lady's maid.
Apparently, I've given up.
by Anonymous | reply 55 | February 12, 2018 7:54 PM |
I'm vegetarian, at a shooting party.
by Anonymous | reply 56 | February 13, 2018 2:15 AM |
I'me the screenwriter, giving all the best lines to Maggie Smith
by Anonymous | reply 57 | February 13, 2018 3:02 AM |
I'm any number of illegitimate McCordle spawn raised in orphanages, running around England.
by Anonymous | reply 58 | February 13, 2018 6:07 AM |
Im the frustrated pudgy servant who won't get to see Ivor Novello in his underdrawers.......
Or
That moment when Elsie comes to Billy's defense - the looks and collective intake of breaths are amazing!
by Anonymous | reply 59 | February 13, 2018 7:22 AM |
I am Robert Altmans longsuffering wife.
by Anonymous | reply 60 | February 13, 2018 7:44 AM |
Gosford Park is melting in the dark.
All it’s sweet cream icing flowing down.
by Anonymous | reply 61 | February 13, 2018 10:12 AM |
I am the two remarkable forks in the place setting for the fish course.
by Anonymous | reply 62 | February 13, 2018 10:41 AM |
I'm the wrong color blouse for a shooting party, Mary.
by Anonymous | reply 63 | February 17, 2018 9:55 PM |
I'm that picture the unsentimental Clive Owen character displays on his night stand.
by Anonymous | reply 64 | February 17, 2018 10:08 PM |
I'm the fur trimmed coat the hunt-disapproving director wears during the hunt.
by Anonymous | reply 65 | February 17, 2018 10:10 PM |
I'm the pile of dirty clothes on the floor in the director's room.
by Anonymous | reply 66 | February 17, 2018 10:12 PM |
I am Kristin Scott Thomas's raised eyebrows. I am eloquent. I ruin lives.
by Anonymous | reply 67 | February 17, 2018 10:44 PM |
I'm Lord Stockbridge on one side boring for Britain, and Freddie Nesbitt on the other sucking up.
by Anonymous | reply 68 | February 18, 2018 5:30 AM |
I'm a school teacher. I'm excentric, according to a disapproving Lord Stockbridge.
by Anonymous | reply 69 | February 18, 2018 11:04 PM |
How anyone cannot love the 1930s, is beyond me! KST was wonderful...such a thoughtless careless detached witch (spelled with a B)
Love her sister when offered a Whisky by her rich brother-in-law... She pushed him away. "Oh Bill, you Whisky always makes me misbehave...LOL
by Anonymous | reply 70 | February 19, 2018 12:44 AM |
[quote]I'm William McCordle. I did my bit in the war and I cut cards for my wife. Never been lucky at cards.
No, they cut cards for you.
by Anonymous | reply 71 | February 19, 2018 1:46 AM |
Why don't you tell us all about it ?
I assure you, none of us will read the thread.
by Anonymous | reply 72 | February 19, 2018 1:53 AM |
There's a scene when he and the sister who lost him cutting cards say that they are both unlucky at cards.
by Anonymous | reply 73 | February 19, 2018 10:37 AM |
I'm the suit you bought for yourself, disliked, then forgot giving to your daughter.
by Anonymous | reply 74 | February 19, 2018 11:02 AM |
I'm Isabel's aborted fetus.
by Anonymous | reply 75 | February 20, 2018 5:59 AM |
I'm Louisa's blood curdling scream when she discovers her dead lover/brother-in-law.
by Anonymous | reply 77 | May 24, 2019 3:27 PM |
I'm a factory "all full of girls, so you can imagine."
by Anonymous | reply 78 | May 24, 2019 9:48 PM |
I'm Ivor Novello's underdrawers, in which the chubby gay valet won't get to see me.
by Anonymous | reply 79 | May 24, 2019 9:50 PM |
I'm the rather delicious looking meal the staff have to scarf down at the speed of light before serving upstairs.
by Anonymous | reply 80 | May 25, 2019 1:00 AM |
R5, The Anti Semitism is actually portrayed when Charles Dance asks the Producer to repeat his name, Morris Weisman as if to be sure he heard a Jewish name..
by Anonymous | reply 82 | May 25, 2019 1:32 AM |
I’m the machine-made lace on Mabel’s cheap frock.
by Anonymous | reply 83 | May 25, 2019 2:27 AM |
I'm the bacteria spores growing in the pots of jam that asshole keeps digging into with his spoon.
by Anonymous | reply 84 | May 25, 2019 4:58 AM |
I'm the funny little American, adding glamour to the gathering.
by Anonymous | reply 85 | May 25, 2019 1:58 PM |
Awwwwwwwwwwwww.......I liked the little doggy and was sad for him at the end.....
by Anonymous | reply 86 | May 25, 2019 2:16 PM |
I'm Elsie's douchebag.
by Anonymous | reply 87 | May 25, 2019 3:26 PM |
r86 Why were you sad for the dog? Elsie took him with her.
by Anonymous | reply 88 | May 25, 2019 8:23 PM |
He got thrown out the back door......but yes.....I guess being with Elsie would be an okay dog's life.....
by Anonymous | reply 89 | May 25, 2019 8:29 PM |
I'm Helen Mirren's Oscar nomination. I'm supporting.
by Anonymous | reply 90 | May 25, 2019 8:42 PM |
I'm the movie star posters on Elsie's wall. She prefers the American stars. She thinks they've got more oomph.
by Anonymous | reply 91 | May 26, 2019 12:14 AM |
I’m the tepid bathwater shared by Mary and Elsie, wondering why the hell there wasn’t going to be a hot lesbian scene to warm me up.
by Anonymous | reply 92 | May 26, 2019 3:29 AM |
I'm the tears rolling down Helen Mirrens face as my cunt,of a sister tells me to suck it up because they'll here me....should have killed that bitch when I had the chance
by Anonymous | reply 93 | May 26, 2019 3:35 AM |
I'm the shrimp cocktail wasted on the gazebo floor after the hunt. Stupid oafish gentry.
by Anonymous | reply 94 | May 26, 2019 4:08 AM |
I'm the downstairs bells, unseen and unrung. Underappreciated until Downton Abbey.
by Anonymous | reply 95 | May 26, 2019 4:15 AM |
I'm the unofficial pilot for Downton Abbey. Although it's just slightly more complicated than that.
by Anonymous | reply 96 | May 26, 2019 4:49 AM |
I'm Mr. Meredith's valet and I KNOW what to DO.
by Anonymous | reply 97 | May 27, 2019 7:15 PM |
[quote][R86] Why were you sad for the dog? Elsie took him with her.
EXACTLY!
She has no home, no job - she's an impoverished redundant parlour maid. You think she'll get a job where they'll accept a lowly maid's dog? I'm shitting bricks about my future. Go ahead! Feel sad for me.
On top of all that, I'm FUGLY.
by Anonymous | reply 98 | May 27, 2019 7:50 PM |
She's on her way to Hollywood to be a star because she has Ooomph! The little dog will be hine.
by Anonymous | reply 99 | May 28, 2019 3:25 AM |
* fine. He'll be fine.
He also sends his love.
by Anonymous | reply 100 | May 28, 2019 3:27 AM |
I'm a younger son... with the taste of marquees and the income of a vicar.
by Anonymous | reply 101 | May 29, 2019 3:46 AM |
I'm Mr. Blond. I am either Lord Standish's lover and therefor have a vested interest in seeing him well-married so I can continue to live off his income or the most fucking annoying buttinski friend he has. Either way I cannot act worth a damn.
by Anonymous | reply 102 | May 29, 2019 4:07 AM |
I'm Lady Trentham's Rolls Royce. I am practically a Roman chariot in comparison with Mr. Weissman's Rolls Royce, driving her to a tantrum of envy that only fully stops when the credits roll.
by Anonymous | reply 103 | May 29, 2019 4:09 AM |
I'm Dorothy's love for Jennings. I'll say anything you want me to. You only need to ask.
by Anonymous | reply 104 | May 29, 2019 3:27 PM |
Dear R98 and R99, I agree that the implication is she will end up a star, or maybe Ryan Phillippe's character's beard.
by Anonymous | reply 105 | May 29, 2019 9:41 PM |
I'm that vile little dog. The ones you hate last forever.
by Anonymous | reply 106 | May 31, 2019 3:53 PM |
I'm desperate for a fag!
by Anonymous | reply 107 | May 31, 2019 10:34 PM |
r3 He was a last minute replacement for another actor who had to bow out. His entrance in to the dining room at the end of the film has to be on some "The Worst Performances in Film" list.
by Anonymous | reply 108 | May 31, 2019 10:46 PM |
I'm the cold cream shamelessly worn on the face of Lady Sylvia while she's propositioning the phony valet for midnight sex.
by Anonymous | reply 109 | June 1, 2019 1:21 AM |
I'm the sound of a pheasant hitting the ground.
by Anonymous | reply 110 | June 1, 2019 3:04 PM |
I'm Pitt, the devoted valet, sobbing as I prop up my dead master to "make him more comfortable."
by Anonymous | reply 111 | June 23, 2019 9:00 PM |
I'm a forgettable movie.
by Anonymous | reply 112 | June 23, 2019 9:23 PM |
I'm the imperious manner in which Lady Sylvia hands her false eyelashes off to the maid.
by Anonymous | reply 113 | June 26, 2019 2:44 PM |
I'm the suite at the Ritz that Constance, Countess of Trentham should have taken instead of paying out tips to all these servants.
by Anonymous | reply 114 | June 26, 2019 7:58 PM |
I'm the snarky smirking between head valet George and head maid Elsie as newbie Mary puts her mistress's jewel box in the safe.
by Anonymous | reply 115 | June 27, 2019 1:11 AM |
[quote] In England, dear,
We're not in England.
by Anonymous | reply 116 | June 27, 2019 1:45 AM |
I'm a bar in Mersaille. Apparently that's what the house sounds like with the Hollywood Jew "shouting down the telephone."
by Anonymous | reply 117 | June 27, 2019 4:01 AM |
I'm the unseen "Sheehan," whom Weisman mentions several times while shouting down said telephone. Apparently I'm talking about rewrites so Una Merkel can be in the movie. I'm also interested in Clara Bow, but there's NO WAY she's coming NEAR the picture, as far as Weisman is concerned.
by Anonymous | reply 118 | June 28, 2019 1:58 AM |
I’m Maggie Smith’s wrinkles and flaps. That woman seems to have aged steeply and rapidly. From a promising soubrette to the Mummy of Snark, she is now almost pure caricature.
by Anonymous | reply 119 | June 28, 2019 3:03 AM |
I'm rather a mixed bunch.
by Anonymous | reply 120 | June 28, 2019 11:14 PM |
I'm the perfect servant. I have no life.
by Anonymous | reply 121 | June 29, 2019 4:24 PM |
I'm George, the head footman, and you want to watch where I put my hands.
by Anonymous | reply 122 | June 30, 2019 4:02 PM |
I'm the first flush of recognition, after which there's always so little to talk about.
by Anonymous | reply 123 | July 1, 2019 3:03 PM |
I'm a cloth napkin tucked over the collar of uncouth Sir William, as he presides at the head of the dining table.
by Anonymous | reply 124 | November 18, 2019 1:16 AM |
I'm Lord Standish. I am both hot and chilly.
by Anonymous | reply 125 | November 18, 2019 1:26 AM |
I'm that bloody old trout!
by Anonymous | reply 126 | November 18, 2019 3:44 AM |
I am the Oder of Precedence.
I HAVE to be explained to Sir William again.
He always complains that people look down on him, and then he behaves like a peasant.
by Anonymous | reply 127 | November 18, 2019 7:27 PM |
I'm standing in the drawing room, looking perfectly normal, don't be such a snob, Aunt Constance.
by Anonymous | reply 128 | November 20, 2019 6:11 AM |
I'm the singer of a song, please do not encourage me. And her mother came to, one more time
by Anonymous | reply 129 | November 20, 2019 6:31 AM |
I'm too many fags. They'll be the death of Mrs. Croft.
by Anonymous | reply 130 | November 26, 2019 3:25 AM |
I'm a lovely long repertoire.
by Anonymous | reply 131 | November 26, 2019 4:04 AM |
Rather like this old thread, R131.
by Anonymous | reply 132 | November 26, 2019 4:29 AM |
I'm far superior to the horrid soap opera known as Downton Abbey and it's hard to believe the same person who wrote that shit, also wrote this.
by Anonymous | reply 133 | November 26, 2019 5:14 AM |
I am Robert Altman. The first thing I do is throw out the script.
Thus answering your question, [R133]
by Anonymous | reply 134 | November 26, 2019 5:23 AM |
(I watched this last night. Fabulous!)
I am discretion. I am everywhere.
by Anonymous | reply 135 | November 26, 2019 5:31 AM |
I'm the bumbling middle class detective, kissing aristo ass and mising every cue and clue along the way.
by Anonymous | reply 136 | November 30, 2019 4:13 AM |
I'm The Empire.
I was finished after the War.
by Anonymous | reply 137 | December 16, 2019 7:22 PM |
I am Alan Bates, and right after this movie I will engage in a torrid affair with a hot young italian male model while Joanna Pettet pretends to be my girlfriend. Soon she'll start to blackmail me and threaten to call the tabloïds on me if I don't make her ' Lady Bates ' and my boytoy will have to hide until we can escape to the country, or another set, or visit me at night at the London clinic.
by Anonymous | reply 138 | December 16, 2019 8:02 PM |
I'm the lower-class accents that I, in the audience, could not understand AT ALL. The friend I went with, who was English, said: "I couldn't understand them either!"
by Anonymous | reply 139 | December 16, 2019 8:32 PM |
I'm Lady Trentham's butler who is seen at the very beginning of the movie. None of the viewers recognize me as Captain Peacock from the classic television comedy "Are You Being Served".
by Anonymous | reply 140 | December 16, 2019 11:22 PM |
I'm discretion, which is not something Lady Trentham looks for in a maid.
by Anonymous | reply 141 | April 14, 2020 12:30 AM |
I'm discretion, which is not something Lady Trentham looks for in a maid.
by Anonymous | reply 142 | April 14, 2020 12:30 AM |
I'm Alan Bates, who except for a few scenes, is under-utilised in this film and is off dreaming about reuniting with Oliver Reed for some more nude wresting matches - on or off camera.
by Anonymous | reply 143 | April 14, 2020 12:43 AM |
I'm that horrid fake Scottish accent Ryan Phillippe affects that isn't fooling anyone.
by Anonymous | reply 144 | April 14, 2020 1:15 AM |
I'm Clive Owen, hot as Hades in my wife-beater.
by Anonymous | reply 145 | April 14, 2020 1:19 AM |
I'm discretion also, something which Harry Denton claims he is known for in Hollywood.
by Anonymous | reply 146 | April 15, 2020 4:09 AM |
R139
Had no problem understanding the servants and others from below stairs. Hearing anyone in entire film was a royal pain; sound quality is horrible to point that even with volume turned way up when playing DVD or watching VCR tape still often cannot hear what is being said clearly.
You want dialogue that is difficult to understand, watch film Kes..... I didn't have problems, but know plenty of others who were totally lost.
by Anonymous | reply 147 | April 15, 2020 12:39 PM |
I'm the begging cup Constance, Countess of Trentham will have out during her visit. Her ladyship cannot get by on her current allowance which she wrongly assumes is for her life.
by Anonymous | reply 148 | April 15, 2020 12:42 PM |
I'm the jewellery - all of it.
by Anonymous | reply 149 | April 15, 2020 12:42 PM |
I'm Jeremy Northam exuding brave but tired resignation at the piano in the drawing room.
(How come no one opens thread wondering WHET me, I was so hot?)
by Anonymous | reply 150 | April 15, 2020 12:46 PM |
I'm those gorgeous vintage autos everyone arrives in for the weekend.
by Anonymous | reply 151 | April 15, 2020 1:29 PM |
I'm the exasperated sigh let out by the fat kitchen maid when she's told to count the knives one more time.
by Anonymous | reply 152 | April 15, 2020 6:49 PM |
I'm those impossibly high-waisted trousers of the day that are secretly making it nearly impossible for the male actors to breathe.
by Anonymous | reply 153 | April 15, 2020 6:56 PM |
I'm the all the dead animals that provided the fur coats and trim worn by the toffs.
by Anonymous | reply 154 | April 15, 2020 7:28 PM |
R151
What is a "weekend"?
by Anonymous | reply 155 | April 16, 2020 1:13 AM |
I'm the long driveway leading up to the semi-circular bit in front of the Stately Home and the view of all that privately owned English countryside stretching away in the distance.
by Anonymous | reply 156 | April 16, 2020 12:47 PM |
I'm the cucumbers Old Mother Trentham puts on her eyes before appearing for breakfast.
by Anonymous | reply 157 | April 16, 2020 7:31 PM |
I am "The Shooting Party," a vastly superior film on the same basic subject.
by Anonymous | reply 158 | April 16, 2020 7:38 PM |
I'm Mrs. Croft.
Lady Sylvia simply doesn't dare inform me there's a vegetarian (doesn't eat MEAT?) in the house.
by Anonymous | reply 159 | April 18, 2020 12:38 AM |
I'm the confusion in the audience when Ryan sleeps with Kristen because we thought he was Bob Balaban's boytoy
What was up with that?
by Anonymous | reply 160 | April 18, 2020 3:42 AM |
I'm the apology Faye Dunaway gives to Kathryn Reed in 2002 at the Governor's Ball for her early 70s affair with her husband to which Kathryn replied, "It's Bob that should be apologizing."
by Anonymous | reply 161 | April 18, 2020 3:47 AM |
Henry Denton was straight, but like no small number of actors then or now willing to do the casting couch if it meant getting roles. He was only travelling around with Morris Weissman and doing "research" for his role because he let the guy have is wicked way.
Meanwhile HD tried it with Elsie, who gave him the brush off. Failing there Henry Denton got rough with Mary Maceachran, but was stopped by Robert Parks. Lady Sylvia was the only female HD could pull, so she had to do.
Besides there are few to nil secrets in great houses; servants already had it in for Henry Denton (and were suspicious of him from the start), had he been caught coming out of Morris Weissman's room when he shouldn't, or maybe disheveled, maybe fell asleep in bed with MW and was there when they came to light fires in morning... all heck would have broken loose.
Elise likely knew about "those sort of men", and certainly the other male staff did, so putting two and two together would have made for great downstairs gossip. It sooner or later would have reached upstairs (something like that is just too delicious to keep to oneself), and spread from that great house to all of London.
by Anonymous | reply 162 | April 18, 2020 4:16 AM |
R162 That was fantastic.
Please do some background on other characters
enjoyed reading that
by Anonymous | reply 163 | April 18, 2020 6:08 AM |
I'm the odd tension in air when Mrs. Wilson goes to Robert Parks room to see if "everything is alright".
No self respecting housekeeper in a great home would go alone to male staff bedroom, or even that part of house. Much less enter same room with the visiting valet sprawled out on his bed in his undershirt.
Head butler dealt with male staff. Housekeepers were responsible for females, that is how things were done.
by Anonymous | reply 164 | April 18, 2020 9:44 AM |
If Henry Denton were gay, he had far better choices than Morris Weissman in that house, in fact he came down with him; Ivor Novello.
It really is only glossed over such as when the ladies leave dinner table William McCordle doesn't care that Ivor Novello goes as well because "he can entertain the ladies). Then of course George teases Albert that because he won't be valeting Mr. Novello he won't get to see him in his shorts, am sure both characters were gay.
William McCordle largely agreed to have Morris Weissman's gay lover (Denton) down to Gosford Park because he knows his wife Sylvia has dalliances with male servants. Sir William hopes his wife will take the bait, and she does. But when it is reveled Denton is actually a guest and not a servant it blows up in her face. Sadly for Sir William he is murdered so doesn't get to relish humiliating Lady Sylvia for long.
by Anonymous | reply 165 | April 18, 2020 10:05 AM |
I'm Emily Watson's breast that Michael Gambon brushes dog hair from.
by Anonymous | reply 166 | April 18, 2020 10:16 AM |
I'm the napkins back from laundry that Mrs. Wilson is inspecting and counting. Otherwise the family would be using rags.....
by Anonymous | reply 167 | April 18, 2020 10:29 AM |
R166 I'm a repeat of the same from A Wedding (1978), originally with Vittorio Gassman doing the brushing off if memory serves...
by Anonymous | reply 168 | April 18, 2020 10:55 AM |
I'm Maggie Smith exclaiming "oh goody!" over her breakfast tray.
I'm also the fact that in several years' time the same material will be recycled for Downtown Abby.
by Anonymous | reply 169 | April 18, 2020 11:02 AM |
She calls it GIVING IN
by Anonymous | reply 170 | April 18, 2020 11:58 AM |
Cheap dress, wrong shoes - I'm making bricks without straws
by Anonymous | reply 171 | April 18, 2020 11:59 AM |
I'm all the knives, all the knives here!
by Anonymous | reply 172 | April 18, 2020 3:23 PM |
I am Presbyterian modesty!
by Anonymous | reply 173 | April 18, 2020 3:24 PM |
I know how a glove should fit, and I get to sit next to Ivor Novello on his piano bench! The Hollywood director does not!
by Anonymous | reply 174 | April 18, 2020 3:25 PM |
Why does DL keep talking about this movie that is so-so at best?
I do not understand.
by Anonymous | reply 175 | April 18, 2020 4:03 PM |
^ Because you're a peasant.
by Anonymous | reply 176 | April 18, 2020 5:08 PM |
I'm the servants getting a chance to listen and catch a break, briefly, to dream Jeremy Northam's beautiful singing as Ivor Novello, before the master comes in, making us scatter to look busy.
by Anonymous | reply 177 | April 18, 2020 6:03 PM |
R98
Realize where you're coming from; but actually an experienced parlour maid like Elise would have no problems finding work after being turfed out of Gosford Park.
The "servant problem" was growing more and more acute during post war (WWI) years. What began with servants leaving for factory, office and retail work before war broke out, was exacerbated by activities and results of the war, grew into a major issue after war ended. Simply put at first men, then women in huge numbers were no longer interested in being servants. The "problem" with servants was where to get them, especially good ones.
This is why those who know about such things chuckle at watching period pieces like Gosford Park and Downton Abbey which seemingly had no issues in finding and keeping servants.
Elsie was a smart girl, with connections from her newfound "friend" Morris Weissman she likely would have found a job far better than service. Retail, working in one of the film studios as a secretary, script girl, or whatever.
by Anonymous | reply 178 | April 18, 2020 10:52 PM |
Part of what we are meant to think about Elsie is that she is going to become a film star. Clara Bow had to stay miles away from the Charlie Chan picture. Elsie was "real" and perfect for the part.
by Anonymous | reply 179 | April 19, 2020 11:20 AM |
R33
Think you'll find it wasn't the shooting party per se that annoyed Lady Trentham, but rather the guests who made up that "mixed bunch".
A homosexual Jewish American film director, the common but Honorable Mable Nesbitt (daughter of a glove maker), the gay actor Ivor Novello... those were people who ordinarily one assumes didn't come into Lady T's social orbit. Her society would have been that of Queen Victoria's time; a world where everyone had their place, knew it, and remained with very little mixing between the classes. Well not formally anyway.
Lady T' is a snob and a gorgon; not unlike that other infamous Victorian example drawn by Oscar Wilde.
by Anonymous | reply 180 | April 21, 2020 6:46 AM |
This is a bumped thread fro 2017.
Is green still difficult?
by Anonymous | reply 181 | April 21, 2020 9:44 AM |
I'm not offended. And don't call me "mate".
by Anonymous | reply 183 | April 21, 2020 12:03 PM |
And what purpose could it possibly serve?
by Anonymous | reply 184 | April 21, 2020 12:04 PM |
I'm Inspector Thompson leaving his fingerprints on the whiskey decanter.
by Anonymous | reply 185 | April 21, 2020 12:08 PM |
Trust Sir William, to be murdered twice!
by Anonymous | reply 186 | April 21, 2020 12:09 PM |
I'm Isobel playing cards as if her life depended on it
by Anonymous | reply 187 | April 21, 2020 12:20 PM |
R187
For some bridge is a very serious card game. Marriages have ended when one spouse trumped the other's ace, well at least the offending partner spent time in the dog house.
by Anonymous | reply 188 | April 21, 2020 1:03 PM |
ça sent le vécu R188
by Anonymous | reply 189 | April 21, 2020 2:05 PM |
Days may pass and years may pass and seas may lie between
by Anonymous | reply 190 | April 21, 2020 2:06 PM |
I'm Downton Abbey waiting to be born.
by Anonymous | reply 191 | April 23, 2020 6:10 AM |
I'm the old way.
We do things the old way, here. It saves confusion.
by Anonymous | reply 192 | April 24, 2020 1:07 PM |
I'm the morning horseback ride Lady Sylvia never misses, even when her husband gets murdered the night before.
by Anonymous | reply 193 | July 25, 2020 1:42 AM |
I'm stumped!
About what interests Sir William besides money and fiddling with his guns.
by Anonymous | reply 195 | July 30, 2020 11:56 PM |
I'm the bad sex Sylvia had with Raymond.
by Anonymous | reply 196 | July 31, 2020 12:27 AM |
I’m so glad this has come around again. This time, can I be “bought marmalade?” I’m very feeble!
by Anonymous | reply 197 | July 31, 2020 12:31 AM |
Tacky movie....
by Anonymous | reply 198 | July 31, 2020 12:33 AM |
I’m the cigarettes. I am completely necessary when scene chewing is called for. Most on scene have better smoking skills than acting skills, so I’m there to help. Dramatic lines require long drags and over exaggerated hand movements. It gives the appearance of glamour and talent.
by Anonymous | reply 199 | July 31, 2020 1:00 AM |
I'm Lady Lavinia, a "gracious bore" according to Aunt Constance.
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