This is a remarkable film for succeeding in bringing together great actors around a mediocre script and an unoriginal idea. The film is too clever by halves. It has no soul. It's all style over substance. The setting is glitzy, brash and vulgar. It is form without content. Gosh, I absolutely loved the old Agatha Christie whodunnits with Hercules Poirot et al that this and Knives Out are obviously an homage (of sorts) to - they had charm and wit and panache, but this is just surface gloss. My wife walked out after 20 minutes but I stuck it through, thinking it had to get better... but it didn't. The problem is: one doesn't care. Not for any of the characters. They're two-dimensional. Sterotypes. I think I can just about remember the unoriginal ending but I hope to forget to all soon...