Someone has murdered temperamental director Leo Köpenick. (Adrien Brody) Köpenick was trying to adapt Agatha Christie’s hit London stage play, the Mousetrap, onto the big screen. Was it the writer, Merwyn Cocker Norris (David Oyelowo) who was arguing with Köpenick over his script? Was it the married producer, John Woolf (Reece Sheersmiith) who was trying to cover up an affair with his assistant, Ann Saville (Pippa Bennett Warner) which Köpenick discovered? Was it Richard Attenborough, (Harris Dickenson) lead actor in the play, whose wife, Sheila Sim, (Pearl Chanda) may be having an affair with Köpenick. It’s up to Inspector Stoppard (Sam Rockwell) and freshly minted Constable Stalker (Saoirse Ronan) to find out whodunnit.
See How They Run is a good whodunnit, it could have been better if the who in the whodunnit was more prominent in the story. In that way, See How They Run falls into one of the biggest murder mystery cliches of them all, steering the audience towards characters with obvious motives, and revealing the killer as someone with a hidden motive that is never discussed. It’s also somewhat uncomfortable that some of the characters are real people and a fictional movie uses their real names and makes them murder suspects. Light comedic satire should not make the viewer feel uncomfortable. This one did. The spate of comedic murder mysteries is no doubt a result of the success of Knives Out. See How They Run could have been better, the script simply is not.
The acting is very good by some of the actors, not so good from others. Sam Rockwell plays a gruff, smug uninterested drunk detective. Worse off, there is no insight into how his mind works. Stoppard constantly berates Stalker, and doesn’t apologize for his character flaws until very late in the movie. That may be how the character is written, but Rockwell does nothing to make the character the least bit likeable or relatable. His British accent is passable. Saoirse Ronan saves this movie from a much worse fate. Her joyful, luminescent performance lifts this movie from so-so to eminently watchable. Her witty banter with Rockwell shows off her comedic timing in a way that she hasn’t shown in other films. Adrien Brody, who can be annoyingly whiny, is perfect as the hot-tempered American director in a cast of cool British cucumbers. David Oyelowo is also very good and funny as the persnickety perfectionist writer who tangles with Brody on the ending of the film within a film. He should have had a bigger role.
Tom George, the director of this film is a British television director, and his inexperience shows. The pacing lags. This film is a little over an hour and a half, and the reveal takes place about 20 minutes before the end of the film, which means there’s roughly 20 minutes of movie that doesn’t serve a purpose. There are a few visual flourishes, but not enough to add much to the story. Geoge gets some good performance, but Rockwell’s performance is flat and uninspiring, and George has to share the blame for that with the writer.
See How They Run: Runs out of material too soon.