Film

Murder by Death

Name: Murder by Death
Genre: Comedy, Crime, Mystery
Released: 1976
Cast: Truman Capote, Alec Guinness, Peter Sellers, David Niven, Maggie Smith

Murder by Death is Neil Simon's affectionate demolition job on the detective genre: five thinly disguised parodies of fiction's greatest sleuths — Poirot, Marple, Chan, Spade, Wong — are lured to a gothic mansion for an impossible case. It's talky, theatrical and gleefully absurd, built for people who know the genre's tropes well enough to relish watching them dismantled with real fondness rather than contempt.

TMDb rating

7.1

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