travis kyker 🍂’s review published on Letterboxd:
I grew up on (and, let’s be clear, still adore) Scooby-Doo, the Hardy Boys, Sherlock Holmes, and Agatha Christie. How could I not have loved this?
I suddenly have the strongest urge to revisit not only Brick and Gosford Park, but also that wonderful Poirot series and Blood Simple, of all things (thanks Emmet Walsh, I guess). In any case, this is really great fun. Well constructed narratively, formally flawless, and containing the satisfyingly tactile observations on truth and moral justice that often pop up within the mystery genre. And Johnson must, of course, be given All The Funds with which to do whatever he damn well pleases.
My family isn’t perfect, but I’m pretty sure no one in it has ever murdered anyone *and* they loved this film, which I feel like is more than the Thrombreys could say on both accounts. Knives Out, donuts, and coffee in a very specific mug. I sense a new Thanksgiving tradition.