Now here’s a funny thing. I watch this movie and I really, really dig it. Sure, the ending kinda doesn’t make sense, but by Peter Greenaway’s standards this, his first feature, is very linear. Then I go online and some putz is like, “If you don’t have a sturdy understanding of Jacobian English history, there’s no way this movie will make any sense to you!” Oh, shit. Really? ‘Cause I thought I liked it. Well, even if I didn’t get it from an insider’s historical perspective, this movie kinda rocks in its own weird way. I would pitch it as Last Year At Marienbad meets Gosford Park in a time machine back a few hundred years. Unlike Greenaway’s miraculous and infuriating A Zed and Two Noughts this film doesn’t quite seem like it is being beamed down from super-intelligent alien beings. The plethora of bon mots and snarky music by Michael Nyman (who later created one of the greatest film scores ever for Gattaca) definitely keep this rooted in the world of entertainment. Which is probably a good thing.