The genre’s not that appealing to me.
If I’ve got to be subjected to such things,
I prefer it hammy and whodunnit, like
Agatha Christie in all-star washed up cast
flicks from the 1970s. There’s always a mansion
(unless you’re on the Orient Express, so I guess
there are viable exceptions that’d keep me
satisfied). But if I were doing one of those
silly whodunnit dinners, it’d have to be a cut
above, nothing terribly trite. How to solve
that problem, I’ve no idea. I certainly wouldn’t
literally die, or have a guest actually murdered,
but an actual dead body might be just the
thing. Where’s Quincy when you need him?
silly whodunnit dinners, it’d have to be a cut
above, nothing terribly trite. How to solve
that problem, I’ve no idea. I certainly wouldn’t
literally die, or have a guest actually murdered,
but an actual dead body might be just the
thing. Where’s Quincy when you need him?
