GENTLEMEN DON'T EAT POETS
Known as The Grotesque in Britain and the awfully titled Gentlemen Don't Eat Poets in its theatrical release in America, this kinky but ultimately flaccid murder-mystery is far from being a total waste of time.
Reminiscent of The Servant, Rebecca and Teorema (and any number of "Masterpiece Theatre" productions), the film stars Bates (wonderful in a bombastic performance) as Sir Hugo Cole, an eccentric paleontologist trapped in a sexless marriage with his American wife (Russell, in an amusing miscast role) who comes under the suspicious antics of his new butler Fledge (the arch-browed, nearly silent Sting).
What begins as mental game playing and one-upsmanship escalates into the murder of the bisexual fiance of the Cole's daughter. Set in an opulent home in late 1940s England, Grave Indiscretion should be enjoyed for its campy and sinister sexual encounters rather than for its feeble attempt at creating mystery and the air of foreboding.