A very very dumb murder mystery that is actually a lot smarter than it lets on. A group of spoiled rich kids spend the night in a mansion where one of them is found brutally slain. I had a lot of preconceived notions going into it, but I appreciated how it poked fun at the vapidity of Gen Z. This won't be for all tastes, but it's surprisingly subversive as long as you buy into the silly premise and shallow archetypes.
Stick with this one; it's the payoff that makes it worthwhile.
3 kettlebells out of 5
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