I usually like black comedies, but what exactly is so funny about scenes showing people writhing in agony, retching and vomiting? Even though there were some clever quips in the narration, I'd classify this more as a sick comedy. And since it was based on actual events it put even more of a damper on my enjoyment of it. The best that can be said of it is that there was some fine acting, with Hugh O'Conor perfect in the title role, and it was well-made.
Review of The Young Poisoner's Handbook
