Like being stuck on a bus full of annoying people watching mindless youtube videos loudly, as it slowly crawls to nowhere. Tedious, frustrating, meandering, shallow, empty, nonsense.
The writer decides to shoot simplistic celebrity fish in a barrel instead of crafting actual characters.
Count me out for I am the Walrus - the next Knives Out installment, featuring a Harvey Weinstein stand-in who invites everyone to his Rape Island. Coo coo cachoo!
