Murder Village is an interactive whodunnit where the audience shapes the outcome before the show even begins. It has a very specific vibe, combining 1950s Agatha Christie, quick character work, and a room full of people who were clearly into it from the start. 

The format was clever. Before the performance, the audience voted in secret on key outcomes, including who would live, who would die, and who would ultimately be unmasked as the killer, which meant the cast had to build the story around decisions they hadn’t chosen themselves. The French detective nailed the pompous, razor-sharp persona and impressively held everything together as the plot unfolded.

The funniest moments came during the limerick readings. They were obviously made up on the spot, delightfully awful in the way only improv can be, and the cast committed to every groan-worthy line like it was Shakespeare. The people near me loved it, and you could feel the room’s energy spike.

The actors handled the unpredictability well, and their chemistry kept the story moving. The humour didn’t land for me every time, but I could still appreciate how much skill it takes to keep a narrative coherent while also staying playful and responsive.

Overall, Murder Village did exactly what it set out to do. It delivered a participatory murder mystery with quick-witted improv and a crowd that wanted to be part of it. If that’s your kind of night, you’ll be in good company.