Movie Diary 4/29/2024

Gosford Park (Robert Altman, 2001). My third viewing of this movie over the years, and I guess it’s now official that I like it just fine – and can’t really remember what my lukewarm response was all about. I thought it was overpraised at its original release, which maybe it was. Certainly has a nice flow, and the undercutting of the sleuth character (Stephen Fry) is very much in line with Altman’s attitude about genre.

Murder on the Orient Express (Sidney Lumet, 1974). This one remains just silly, though. I’m giving a free online Scarecrow Zeitgeist talk about the return of the whodunit on Thursday night. Thus the re-visiting.