The film ends with a long tirade against private schools that charge huge sums of money — you feel like bringing down a copy of War and Peace on the speechmaker’s head. And the attempts at humour clash terribly with the whodunit tone. But the genre elements – red herrings, chases, lots of cross-cutting between concurrent events – make the movie vaguely watchable.
Translation: You walk out not wanting to stick a pencil into someone’s neck.
