Another dizzyingly complicated, fiendishly intricate murder mystery, or to add my wife's own malapropism to the collection here, myster-murdery, courtesy of director Rian Johnson and again featuring his detective of choice Benoit Blanc, played of course by Daniel Craig, wearing the strangest wardrobe snd repeating that drawling Southern accent from "Knives Out".

Blanc is drawn to this latest puzzle at an annual reunion on a remote luxury island of the friends of billionaire inventor and entrepreneur Miles Bron, (Edward Norton) ostensibly for them to witness his own murder and participate in the solving of the case. I must admit, the minute I saw that unusual name of his, I thought there must be an anagram, but I must have been mistaken.

Anyway, things don't go as planned as the bonds of friendship and loyalty are stretched to breaking point by the manipulative Bron, especially over his ruthless exploitation of former friend and business partner Janelle Monáe who despite having reportedly committed suicide, somehow turns up on the island. Even though her presence is explained by the oldest trick in the book, Blanc is soon presiding over fresh apparent deaths in the group all leading to a literally smashing, explosive ending inside Bron's glass onion folly of a building.

Not to be taken in any way seriously, director Johnson clearly has fun with his sets, props and actors, even roping in Easter Egg cameos from the late Angela Lansbury and Stephen Sondheim, not to mention musician Yo Yo Ma, tennis-player Serena Williams and Hugh Grant with Ethan Hawke's passing stranger just one more red herring amongst a shoal of them.

Personally speaking, by the time I'd unwound my head from all its enforced spinning, I wasn't exactly sure how much I'd either been entertained or pointlessy wasted two hours of my life.

Agatha Christie was never as complicated as this.