Following the brutal humiliation of two rancid 18th-century social climbers, Peter Glanz's well-crafted period piece only really does one thing, but it does it with glee.
By Guy Lodge
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Courtesy of Paramount Global Content Distribution Faces are saved, barely, as the body goes wholly to ruin in “Savage House,” a mordantly amusing tale of pretense, profligacy and the literally maddening pressures of the English class ladder — written and directed with surgical cruelty by, as it happens, an American. Arriving 12 years after his debut, the derivative indie romcom “The Longest Week,” Peter Glanz’s sophomore feature is an altogether sharper and more distinguished affair, even if it makes scant attempt to hide its debt to “The Favourite” and other caustic costumers of its ilk. Performed with gusto by Richard E. Grant and Claire Foy, as a couple of Georgian grotesques sacrificing everything to host the aspirational dinner party of their dreams, it derives an odd poignancy from the smallness of its stakes, and the severity of its consequences.
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