Knives Out Review
Knives Out is a delicious, twisted, witty murder
mystery. The film, written and directed by Rian Johnson, manages at the
same time to be both meta and self-aware but also satisfyingly old-school. Some
of the actors play it straight while others seem to be in on the joke. At one
point, a detective finally catches up with the runaways he's pursuing and
declares: That was the dumbest car chase of all time.
There’s mist, dogs, a
large mansion, a superbly dysfunctional family and Daniel Craig,
with a Southern drawl, as detective Benoit Blanc, who is described as the last
of the gentleman sleuths. Truly, what’s not to love?
Within the first few
seconds, we have a murder. Harlan Thrombey, best-selling, world-famous mystery
writer and owner of a flourishing publishing company called Blood Like Wine
Publishing, is found dead in his study with his throat slit. His children,
their partners and kids had collected in his sprawling mansion to celebrate his
85th birthday. We discover that each one has a strong motive to want him
dead so whodunit? Johnson crams the frame with
terrific actors – Jamie Lee Curtis, Michael Shannon, Toni
Collette, Don Johnson and Chris Evans– and then cheerfully
observes them tearing into each other.
Christopher Plummer,
brimming with wisdom and weariness, plays Harlan. And the lovely Ana de Armas
is Harlan’s Latina nurse Marta, who finds herself at the center
of events. Or, as Benoit puts it: The donut, because it’s a case with a hole in
the middle.
Craig brings exactly the right blend of pomposity and intellect to
Benoit. He gets some of the best lines in the film– at one point, he’s
expounding about how his work is like Gravity’s Rainbow. When Marta says that
she hasn’t read Thomas Pynchon’s seminal novel,
Benoit replies: Nobody
has. The jokes don’t flag even when the plot gets over-wrought.
And underneath the
laughs and the furious twists and turns, Johnson layers in social satire. We
repeatedly hear about Marta’s kindness and industriousness. It’s revealing that
she's an immigrant.
The rest, as Benoit
says, are a pack of vultures at a feast. This includes a sullen teenage boy
with alt-right politics. At one point, Benoit calls him the Nazi child.
I laughed out loud. The
mansion, filled with statues, rugs and secret staircases, is also a looming
presence. The production design by David Crank, the art direction by Jeremy
Woodward and the set decoration by David Schlesinger is so ornate that you'll
want to see the film again just to take it all in. At one point, Benoit is
sitting on a chair, which is embedded in this large circle made of knives.
It’s fantastical but
also hilarious. As is Harlan’s sinister portrait in which, of course, he’s
holding a knife! Knives Out has a sense of glee that’s infectious. It’s
pleasurable and occasionally silly but it’s consistently fun. And that’s a real
accomplishment.
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