While I have read a lot of mysteries by a lot of different authors, I’ve never cared for Agatha Christie. When I began watching David Suchet’s masterful performance as Hercule Poirot (which I’m SURE you read about here at Black Gate), I had never finished a Christie novel. I just didn’t like her stories and there was way too much out there that I’d rather read. However, because Suchet was simply amazing, I became a Poirot fan and I read all of the short stories. By picturing the actors and settings from the television show while I read, it worked for me.
My frame of reference for Poirot is episodes of the Suchet television show, not Christie’s original stories. Unlike Doyle, Stout, James Lee Burke, Tony Hillerman, Frederic Nebel and many others whose work I admire, I still am not interested in Christie’s writings. So, I like Poirot, but not Christie.
I wasn’t sure what to think of the new big screen Murder on the Orient Express, which I saw at 10:50 AM on opening day. On the one hand, I thought that Kenneth Branagh’s moustache was completely ludicrous and a huge strike against the move right out of the gate (I mean, who in the world thought that was a good move? Did Mark Gatiss have a hand in this?). On the other hand, it was Branagh’s amazing Shakespeare films that made me a fan of the Bard. He is a wonderfully talented actor. And this film, which he produced, directed and starred in, was his labor of love.
Tackling Christie’s most famous story is like taking on The Hound of the Baskervilles: expectations are extremely high. And the Suchet version isn’t that old, having been made in 2010. And the Albert Finney version included Lauren Bacall, Vanessa Redgrave, Sean Connery, Ingrid Bergman and more. Branagh was taking a big bite. How did he do?
The cast was star studded: Judi Dench, Johnny Depp, Michelle Pfeiffer, Daisey Ridley, Penelope Cruz, Willem Dafoe, Derek Jacobi, Olivia Coleman: there is a lot of depth here. Of course, it starts with Branagh.
Readers of the books must suspend disbelief. Christie describes Poirot as only 5′-4″ with a head shaped perfectly like an egg and a precise moustache. Branagh is built more like Sherlock Holmes than Hercule Poirot. And his ‘stache belongs to a bartender in a wild west saloon. But I can set that all aside. He makes a good Poirot. His laughing aloud while reading Dickens is proof that this iteration is more good natured than Suchet’s and Christie’s Poirot (again: I did read the fifty-ish short stories).
His accent is easy to understand, which is useful for a two-hour movie. Christie’s Poirot has an overbearing ego – Suchet played that down a bit. Branagh has confidence but doesn’t go all Benedict Cumberbatch (thank Heavens!). He’s not Christie’s fat little Belgian or David Suchet’s serious Poirot, but I think Branagh does a nice job of creating an acceptable version that is still recognizable.
Johnny Depp was pretty well cast as Ratchett and I’m not familiar with Tom Bateman but he made a good Bouc (fills in for Hastings in this story). Michell Pfeiffer, who stepped back from her career to raise her children, plays her part well. The rest of the cast more than holds their own. I don’t think there was an Achilles heel.
Having not read the book, the script doesn’t seem to have taken too many liberties. There was a curveball near the end that surprised me, but it all fit together.
Visually, the exterior scenes were outstanding. Overhead angles were used for some of the interior scenes: I’m still not sure what I think of that. But even though the movie faces the constraints of taking place almost entirely on a train (reminds me of the Basil Rathbone film, Terror By Night), it’s clearly a big budget effort.
If this movie had been a festering pile of crap (like season three of BBC’s Sherlock), I could go on about all the things it did wrong. But this was a solid adaptation of a famous novel that is over eighty years old. Strong cast, visually appealing, pretty faithful to the source material, and a believable, if not strictly factual, Poirot.
If you have already read the book or seen a prior movie version, you know what happens. If you haven’t, I’m not going to spoil it for you. I recommend seeing this film. And seeking out the David Suchet version on the Internet (Netflix recently dropped the entire series. Pfui!).
There was also a reference at the end of the movie to another famous Poirot novel. I’d be quite pleased if Branagh decided to don the moustache (well, maybe less of one) again and film a sequel.
And because I never miss an opportunity – One of August Derleth’s latter stories about Solar Pons was “The Adventure of the Orient Express” and included guest appearances by Poirot and Simon Templar, The Saint.
Bob Byrne’s ‘The Public Life of Sherlock Holmes’ column ran every Monday morning at Black Gate from March 10, 2014 through March 20, 2017. He also organized Black Gate’s award-nominated ‘Discovering Robert E. Howard’ series.
He is a member of the Praed Street Irregulars, founded www.SolarPons.com, the only website dedicated to the ‘Sherlock Holmes of Praed Street’ and blogs about Holmes and other mystery matters at Almost Holmes.