Why yes I did recently watch Glass Onion, what makes you ask?

There's not much I can add that hasn't already been said about the debut novel of the most successful commercial author of all time. Though I do remember reading a nonfiction book about the crime fiction genre a while back and how it mentioned that early works in the genre sort of had an upper class/aristocratic bent that tried to solve the central mystery without involving the police, as if to tell the lower classes, "let us handle our own affairs." That kind of happens here as well, but seeing as it was first published in 1920 I shouldn't be surprised. Just something I noticed.

Despite a big cast of named characters, I never felt like I mistook one for another because they all managed to have distinct quirks and behaviors. The pivotal murder occurs, and anyone's fair game. I'm left scrutinizing every passing detail and line of dialogue for clues and came out none the wiser; she duped me good. The big setpiece finale where Poirot gathers everyone together to reveal the perpetrator and how he reached his conclusion was satisfactory and I really couldn't think of any question I still had that went unanswered by the end.

Simply put, this book gave me exactly what I wanted out of it.