I enjoyed Christopher Plummer's late role. Frankly he shines through it with barely half a dozen flashbacks and makes you wish the movie was about him in the present tense. Daniel Craig did a great job also with a very hybrid kind of sleuth: I do not think the character is a great one, it is actually so much of a patchwork that you can never take it seriously.

That's about all I found worthy in Knives Out, but sure enough I hate Agatha Christie's whodunnits and their dumb formulaic in-your-face storytelling. Here it is more of a spoof whodunnit so there is no actual suspense. You have "this man practically leaves in a Clue board" acknowledged early on by the police lieutenant and... seriously.... having a character throwing up so many times does not help to build up some kind of tension (some time I shall need to find some study about American movies' obsession with puke).

In the end this is a very vain project: a spoof of a spoof of something I find already vain: an Agatha Christie whodunnit. I am not sure I would enjoy re-watching the 1974 version of Murder on the Orient Express, but this one scored points for consistency.