Savage House review: A devilish Richard E Grant excels
A star rating of 3 out of 5. In the past decade or so, there’s been a notable trend of films and TV shows looking to upend the typically staid conventions of the traditional British costume drama. On the small screen, the likes of Bridgerton and The Great have swapped the polite, chaste norms of the genre for something altogether more steamy, while Yorgos Lanthimos’s award-winning 2018 film The Favourite was about as far removed from the calming Sunday night antics of Downton Abbey as it’s possible to imagine. Savage House – the new 18th century-set black comedy from American writer/director Peter Glanz – fits squarely into this canon, although some of its cinematic influences harken back a little further. In its satire of a rogue-ish upstart looking to climb the aristocratic ladder there are clear echoes of Stanley Kubrick’s 1975 epic Barry Lyndon, while there is also something of Peter Greenaway’s eccentric 1982 gem The Draughtsman’s Contract in its debauched, irreverent treatment of the past – although this is a rather more conventional offering …



