2019 whodunnit, dir. Rian Johnson, Daniel Craig, Ana de Armas:
IMDb /
allmovie. The rich old man
is stabbed after his 85th birthday party; whodunnit?
As may be obvious from a casual reading of my reviews, I'm
something of a fan of murder mysteries. But I generally favour the
written over the filmed form; apart from my genral preference for the
medium, in a book you can have an extended prose passage of someone
telling the detective what happened (some of which may be false); in a
film, you can't just show someone talking (fun as that might be), you
have to have an actual flashback, and to falsify that you need to
show something other than what happened… which can rapidly end up
going full Rashomon, and Rashomon has been done.
So it's interesting to see that problem handled well here. Early shots
of Harlan blowing out the candles on his birthday cake, as described
by each of his dependents to put themselves in the centre of the
action, make it clear that we can't necessarily trust what we see in a
flashback; meanwhile, Marta's inability to lie without vomiting feels
like a narrative contrivance to establish the one person whose account
you can actually believe, and to some extent it is… but it's played
with later, as part of the blackmail plot and in the resolution,
rather than just being a thing one has to accept.
This is a good technical murder mystery: any of them could have done
it, all of them had motives (at least based on what they knew at the
time). Ana de Armas has a lot to carry – and the last thing I saw her
in was Blade Runner 2040 which was a performance that wouldn't
encourage me to cast her again – but she bears up and acts a lot
better here. Daniel Craig is clearly enjoying a break from having to
be Dark Gritty James Bond (though he'd do one more of those after
making this) and his utterly unconvincing Southern accent is
everything that I was promised. It's always good to see Jamie Lee
Curtis, and Christopher Plummer makes the most of relatively small
parts.
The only thing that feels slightly out of place for me is the
accidental confession and what fallows – when the story should be
gathering pace into the final act, it slows down and introduces extra
complicatoins. On the other hand, this film manages the trick of
employing a mystery element I haven't encountered before: crefhnqvat n
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I talk about this film further on
Ribbon of Memes.
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