Look, Agatha Christie is one of my favorites as a kid. I didn't love it or hate this movie, but I didn't felt any WOW moments. Whatever, I had goosebumps when they said "death on the Nile". GIVE ME MORE AGATHA NOVELS MOVIES RIGHT NOW!
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.
The Big Reveal is still so powerful that it should have been a springboard for a much better, much darker, Fincher-style movie, examining collective guilt, the morality of revenge, and the effects of such events on Poirot's perfectly calibrated moral compass. Those themes are only touched on here: instead, the admittedly fun cast perform like a Thursday night am-dram at a Basingstoke community centre.
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.