A Thesis on Faith and Cynicism in A Murder Mystery (Wake Up Dead Man: A Knives Out Mystery review)
When Rian Johnson decided to write whodunnits, I somehow knew we were in for a treat. Knives Out was the embodiment of sweater weather, especially with Chris Evans wearing one so well in the first one. Then, spawned a franchise inspired by murder mysteries like Agatha Christie, and the films starred top-billed actors playing asshole actors. No one has done it better than Rian Johnson, who writes and directs these movies, and this third installment continues to solidify that Johnson knows what he is doing. Wake Up Dead Man, the third installment, now owned by Netflix, will tonally and aesthetically remind fans of the first movie and of how picturesque Johnson's directing is, unlike Glass Onion. Reflecting on the pandemic, when Glass Onion premiered on Netflix, I had one specific opinion: I was disappointed I couldn't watch it in theaters. Years later, I also did not particularly enjoy it because it decided to go for a much brandier, flashier, summer sequel to the fall, pumpkin...