The puerile pun of the title and the knowledge that Jimmy Carr was one of the co-writers certainly prepare you for what's to come in this parody of Downton Abbey and Gosford Park, but not quite for the sheer pace and volume of the barrage of silliness therein. The closest parallel in that sense would be one of the Naked Gun films, which it outdoes with ease.
So, there's an aristocratic family about to lose their ancestral home unless they get one of the daughters married off quickly so that the male ine is continued. There's non-stop slapstick mixed with digs at the inbred nature of the aristocracy and the ridiculous Upstairs, Downstairs social hierarchy in place, and then an Agatha Christie-style murder mystery plot and a romance crossing the class divide get squeezed in too. If you blink, you've missed something, and so it almost comes a relief that the job is considered done after an hour and a half, which is short in comparison to most productions these days, but then it's not really competing with actual cinematic works. It is hysterically funny, though.
7/10
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