When you hear hoofbeats, think unicorns.
Impressions:
…Like I said, we suddenly jump instead of an especially nice Dennys. Why is there an entire tree in this restaurant? Anyway, the ‘large animal wound’ she declares to be a dinosaur fossil. Obviously. Like, we understand that bite marks and shearing blunt force are very different things, right? I’m not an anime doctor though, which is why I’m not currently in Dennys. They then visit literally the only person anywhere near anything that happened, go back to the museum, and declare the case solved. The next ten minutes is spent explaining that there were some silly chemicals involved, the one that’s spilled all over the goddamned place, and that the only possible suspect is the one who did it. Not sure this one would’ve taxed even Wilson. I suspect Mr. Magoo might’ve been able to put the pieces together.
We do the usual song and dance of the supposedly genius detective spending longer to explain the mystery that they did actually investigating it. Forget any red herrings, misdirects, or twists. There’s a couple unusual things. I can explain those. Oh, well, okay then. Case closed. How is this satisfying in any way? There was no actual investigation, or even mystery honestly. Christ. There was only one possible suspect, and even he broke down in the usual flopsweat as soon as she spewed out the master plan. The explanation of what happened took longer than the mystery itself, and that includes the trip to Dennys. It’s hard to even call this an attempt to copy House. It’s just another bad Sherlock knockoff that over emphasizes the reveal while kneecapping literally everything else along the way.
