Sid Guna

Oh, where do I even begin with the monumental disaster that is "Only Murders in the Building"? It's almost commendable how the creators managed to pack so many failures into a single series, truly a testament to the unfathomable depths of cinematic debauchery. The plot is as thin as a wafer and just as stale, trying to pass off the tired old trope of 'unlikely amateur sleuths' as some fresh, innovative concept. A more fitting title might've been "Only Clichés in the Script". The attempts at humor are as subtle as a sledgehammer and hit with about the same level of grace, often leaving you wondering if the comedy is unintentional. As for the characters, our trio of Steve Martin, Martin Short, and Selena Gomez have the chemistry of oil and water. Martin and Short, comedy veterans that they are, give performances so uninspired they might as well have sent cardboard cutouts of themselves to set. And Gomez, oh dear, it seems someone forgot to tell her that acting requires more than just changing your outfit and standing in front of a camera. And let's not even get started on the pacing. By the time you get halfway through an episode, you could have watched paint dry, grass grow, and still have time to contemplate your poor life choices that led you to this show. The cinematography is pedestrian at best, the color palette dreary and unimaginative. The score is as forgettable as the title of the third episode, and about as meaningful. The directing style ranges from uninspired to frankly offensive. So, in conclusion, "Only Murders in the Building" is a soul-crushing slog through mediocrity and misplaced ambition. It’s a catastrophic mishmash of half-baked ideas and botched execution. The real murder here is of your time and patience. It's a show so terrible it achieves a kind of perfection in its awfulness. I rate it a resounding -2/10.