Now here’s a mystery worth solving: Why doesn’t Hollywood give us more ridiculously complicated, gratuitously eccentric whodunits? You know, the kind of all-star affairs where a colorful assortment of highly suspicious characters gather in a remote manor, or at an old castle, or on the Orient Express
, in order to be confronted by a corpse and the prospect that a murderer lurks among them. It’s not that audiences have lost their appetite for such tales. Au contraire, ’twas television that killed the old-fashioned detective story. Over the years, “Murder She Wrote” and “Masterpiece Mystery
!” have rendered such movies redundant — on the big screen at least — by solving procedurals on the small screen each week.
With “Knives Out
,” writer-director Rian Johnson
shows that there’s life left in the genre, paying . Taking a break between “Star Wars” sequels to knock off something a little less far, far away