My wife was off the roof talking about this flick these past few days. Actually, I've read nothing but good reviews since its release, but I never got to watch it. Yesterday, my wife sat me and my daughter down on the couch an played it for us. I really thought it would be great, for what I've heard: an Agatha Christie's style mistery box! That can't go wrong, can it? Ooooohhhh, good gracious, yes it can!

The script is unbelievably obvious. In fact, I knew who was the culprit when I saw the cast of characters. And the little attempts to missguide the audience fell short every time, almost childishly. I don't know who wrote it, but they are as far from having Christie's notion of mistery as the sun is far from the center of the galaxy.

Filmmakers should stop producing anything oriented to a specific audience at a specific point in time (which, apparently, they have in very low standards) and make them for the general viewer, who enjoys the suspension of disbelief and would like to be really fooled or carried to wrong conclusions.

To give it some credit, my wife and daughter liked it. Maybe the movie targets at a specific piece of demographics, with which it works, at the expense of excluding others. If that's the case, they nailed it.

Happy new year to everyone!