In the sprawling pantheon of literary detectives, spies, and rogues, most fit neatly into archetypes. We have the brooding genius (Sherlock Holmes), the suave gentleman (James Bond), and the hard-boiled cynic (Sam Spade). And then, teetering precariously somewhere between a Cognac-induced stupor and a masterpiece forgery, we have Mortdecai .
However, time has been surprisingly kind to the film. Why? Because it is weird . In an era of soulless Marvel quips and algorithmic Netflix thrillers, the Mortdecai movie is aggressively bizarre. It feels like a $60 million student film made by someone who adored Peter Sellers but had an unlimited budget. mortdecai
Bonfiglioli wrote three novels between 1972 and 1976: Don’t Point That Thing at Me (aka The Great Mortdecai Moustache Mystery ), After You with the Pistol , and Something Nasty in the Woodshed . In these books, Mortdecai narrates his misadventures with a voice dripping in vitriol, high-society snobbery, and existential dread. He is a coward who stumbles into violence, a lecher who loathes everyone equally, and a genius who makes catastrophically stupid decisions. In the sprawling pantheon of literary detectives, spies,