The wife went on a DVD shopping spree and Gosford Park was amongst the loot. We'd already seen this film at the cinema, but apparently she liked it a lot and wanted to have a copy at home (I usually buy the movies I've missed at the cinema, whereas she buys the ones she loved at the cinema).
The plot contains the usual Altmanesque mix of intertwined storylines: beautifully crafted but, paradoxically enough, quite predictable. What I liked best was the depiction of the incredibly brutal class relationship in pre-WWII Britain. This was of course extremely reminescent of The Remains of the Day. Funny that both films are by US directors, as if the Brits couldn't come to terms with this aspect of their culture.