Sad to say, I suffered a sense-of-humor outage during this movie. The rest of the (sparse) audience laughed out loud; I almost never did. It's beautifully shot: interiors and exteriors have the lushness that we've come to expect from Poirot adaptations. Costumes were divine. Performances were spot-on for the period, although Saoirse Ronan's monotonous policewoman grated with me. The screenplay was not kind to Ronan, whereas Adrian Brody was gifted the (SUNSET BOULEVARD-inspired?) role of the murdered narrator and played it with juicy relish. Shirley Henderson's cameo as Agatha Christie was a joy, and I appreciated the (BRIDGERTON-influenced?) casting of her husband.
There's a lot to like about this movie, but the pace is leaden and so, for me, is most of the humor. I dozed off a couple of times. I'm as big a fan of Agatha Christie movies as anybody else, but not this one. Sorry.
There's a lot to like about this movie, but the pace is leaden and so, for me, is most of the humor. I dozed off a couple of times. I'm as big a fan of Agatha Christie movies as anybody else, but not this one. Sorry.