Agatha Christie's novel features one of the most (in)famous plot twists in literature and, later on, in film. Why keep it? Why? Why? Why? Branagh is a solid Poirot, but there's nothing about this adaptation worthy of reembarking on this journey.
Yet another unnecessary remake that though often stylish lacks the wit of the pulp novel and pales greatly compared to previous versions. The adaptation makes some poor choices in its changes to plot and circumstances especially feeling the need for some extra so-called more adventurous moments. Casting can't compare to the '74 version with no one thespian really making much of an impression here. A miss.
Conventionally yet confidently helmed, with a phenomenal cast firing on all cylinders. Branagh is a highlight, turning in his best work before and behind the camera since 96’s Hamlet. I'm not overly familiar with the novel or the previous iterations, mind you, but I had fun.
The third adaptation of one of Agatha Christie's most memorable works reminds you how less handsome Hollywood films have become. It entrances any film-lover with bygone styles that have been lost in favor of slick commercialism. "Murder on the Orient Express" is a story that involves numerous actors pawing for the limelight, but even Hercule Poirot should be satisfied with the balance this achieves against all odds.
One of the few films in recent memory where, after a time, I stopped looking for "filmy" things like editing and composition and design and just enjoyed the classic story where it took me. That is a unique kind of success.