Adam Brody as the womp-womp wunderkind, is mystifyingly dreary and colorless. Laughter and enjoyment is stifled by the constant question of whether we’re allowed to laugh or enjoy anything at all.The titular detective, Abe (Brody), has a private office now that he’s around 40, and the design aesthetic is “The Big Sleep” without any clients.
The walls are covered in newspaper clippings about his successful boyhood cases — a depressing reminder of his prepubescent glory days.Abe’s fortunes change when Caroline (Sophie Nélisse), a high-school girl, walks in and asks him to solve the recent murder of her boyfriend.
The descent into bleakness begins there, because writer-director Evan Morgan’s script doesn’t have the wit of, say, the TBS show.
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