Jordan Beaumont Anderson’s review published on Letterboxd:
I didn't murder nobody!
You slashed his face open. You left him bleeding in the street like a stuck pig, then you crushed his skull with a forklift and burned his hands off to erase the fingerprints!
You'll never prove it!
We have the nanny-cam footage!
I'm not eating one iota of shit!
Benoit Blanc should be the deep-fried American Poirot: a man floating through a universe where he is the only constant; where he can break any lock, find any clue, draw any confession; where he has an oddly sexual relationship with pastry.
Craig still needs a mustache.