“All’s the world a stage,” especially when audiences are treated to a third season of ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING. Indeed, “I am smitten…” the stars have lined up for fun, crazy, “who-done-it,” fast-paced…dare I say…over-the-top opening episodes. “Where have you been?”
The podcasting trio is at it again. Steve Martin as Charles, Martin Short as Oliver, and Selina Gomez as Mabel are joined by the brilliant talents of Meryl Streep and Paul Rudd. The story begins exactly where they left off, and then hold onto your paisley scarves; all hell breaks loose. There were plenty of “peacocking” and “Death Rattles.” Viewers know instinctively that this “is not the Donna Reed Show.” But there is a fabulous Meryl moment at the piano, all while trying to forget the biting sting of a cobra.
My favorite was…oh hell…there were too many spectacular seconds of hilarity and bravado. Meryl’s acting chops in delivering her monologue were sheer perfection, along with dangerous elevator rides and “Fosse, Fosse, Fosse.” My doldrum summer days sure have missed the excitement of murder and mayhem.
ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING is a breath of fresh air with its smart, snarky, speedy dialogue. I may need to borrow Oliver’s “button” just to slow down my own heart. My advice is to be prepared. Late bloomers are sure to dazzle us with more narcissism than we ever dreamed possible. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. It is available to stream on HULU.
