
‘How to Make a Killing’ review: Glen Powell’s murder comedy is funny as a corpse
NY Post
There are eight deaths in “How to Make a Killing.”
Seven are people and one is done-dirty source material. The blood. So much blood.
Writer-director John Patton Ford has misguidedly modernized “Kind Hearts and Coronets,” the classic Alec Guinness screen comedy that’s based on a 1907 British novel about an average Joe who discovers he’s part of an uber-rich family.
In the revamp, Mr. Everywhere Glen Powell plays conniving Becket Redfellow, a middle-class New Jersey tailor who hatches a plan of ruthless opportunism: Murder all his Manhattan kin and inherit their fortune.
Updates are fine for some stories. Not this one, though. Moving the action to a contemporary urban setting is akin to fitting a fairy with cement boots.
In Edwardian England, a jolly killing spree was a sublime canvas for wit, dark playfulness, class commentary and, most essentially, plausibility.









