There is something profoundly joyous about watching The Thursday Murder Club. Is it the comforting sense of Chris Columbus’ directorial hand on the wheel? The warm, yellow haze that seems to suffuse everything?
Perhaps it’s just the feeling of watching Helen Mirren, Pierce Brosnan, Ben Kingsley and Celia Imrie work their magic, amid a rogue’s gallery of excellent British actors. It says something when David Tennant’s name isn’t even given top billing – or indeed Richard E. Grant’s.
