Comedian detective For those who know the concept of neo-noir, it will be easy to imagine the plot of the film. From noir here is a detective story (the same tabloid reading), strict costumes, femme fatale, murders and a confusing plot. From the prefix “neo-” here is a presentation of the genre itself, in which the director of the film “Stephen Frears” is as mocking at the gloom and sinisterness of the genre as the hero of “Albert Finney” over stupid and clumsy criminals. It's not often you see an entertainer comedian suddenly become a bloodhound on his 31st birthday, for no reason other than boredom. And even more rarely, the investigation of a case throughout the film is mostly cracking jokes and exchanging wits.
What happened in this movie. It's Albert Finney's play, and if anyone decides to watch the movie for that reason, look, you won't lose. The originality of the story, small jokes and other attributes of the comedy genre here are also honed to the sharpness of the thinnest blade. No matter how banal it sounds, but fans of English humor are strictly recommended to watch.
Which failed in this movie. This, of course, makes a good and intriguing ending. The film ends quite crumpled and as if in a hurry, although the point here is not in timekeeping. Motives, desires, and evidence remain off-screen for us, but as one good movie put it, “Whatever it takes is in the box.” The stories she's got are more important now. "
7 out of 10