A balancing act of tone that lulls one to sleep with a heightened conception and sharp comedic sensibilities before delivering a surprisingly cathartic investigation of self-pity. Evan Morgan's The Kid Detective navigates pop-pastiche and noir-sensibilities to perfection, being the perfect vehicle for Adam Brody's unique strengths as an actor which essentially amounts to a concoction of droll wit and cynicism that can be downright infectious when deployed correctly. As you may already expect, The Kid Detective does deploy Brody correctly, and the dynamics between his stunted, late 20s character and that of the teenage girl that takes up his services really keeps this film moving. The film's pacing is never disrupted by its proclivities towards humor, playing its detective story completely straight while never becoming too self-serious until its potent finale. It's frankly, quite remarkable how this film works on nearly every level. The mystery narrative pays off with a piercing finale that is quite a stark juxtaposition with the film's overall temperament, though it completely works when viewed through the lens of its central protagonist - a man who needs to find a way out of his own morose stagnation.
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