The mystery is, why should the BBC, for whom Christie has made so much dough, scupper its own house brand? Why should serial abuser Sarah Phelps be well-paid to deface, mutilate, abridge, and perversely repurpose Christie's beloved plots, characters, and most importantly, her legacy of sanity throughout the changing fortunes of Britain from 1920 to 1970 and beyond?
Rufus Sewell was such a beautiful young man. Remember him in Cold Comfort Farm? What a lark! Okay, well, now he's taut, grim, and twitchy, perfect for innumerable close-ups of his sour inscrutability.
Nothing happens in these two pretentious dim-witted posturing episodes. Everything is withheld, nothing is revealed, we're meant to expect cake all the dull afternoon waiting, but cake comes there none. This is sadism.
Watch the 1997 version, it catches the spirit of the original.
I blame Rufus Sewell for lending his name to this bait'n'switch operation more merciless than the machinations of Britain's most cold-hearted killers.
Could even Agatha Christie, in all her ponderings of the evil human brain, have concocted a murder of cultural treasures? Remember when terrorists were smashing ancient sculptures of Buddha? Well, here's cultural terrorism on a similar scale.
Why must Agatha Christie be killed inch by inch, book by book, character by character? What's the point? Aren't the British already sufficiently demoralized? I know we Americans are.
Shun Sarah Phelps. Boycott. Denounce.
Rufus Sewell was such a beautiful young man. Remember him in Cold Comfort Farm? What a lark! Okay, well, now he's taut, grim, and twitchy, perfect for innumerable close-ups of his sour inscrutability.
Nothing happens in these two pretentious dim-witted posturing episodes. Everything is withheld, nothing is revealed, we're meant to expect cake all the dull afternoon waiting, but cake comes there none. This is sadism.
Watch the 1997 version, it catches the spirit of the original.
I blame Rufus Sewell for lending his name to this bait'n'switch operation more merciless than the machinations of Britain's most cold-hearted killers.
Could even Agatha Christie, in all her ponderings of the evil human brain, have concocted a murder of cultural treasures? Remember when terrorists were smashing ancient sculptures of Buddha? Well, here's cultural terrorism on a similar scale.
Why must Agatha Christie be killed inch by inch, book by book, character by character? What's the point? Aren't the British already sufficiently demoralized? I know we Americans are.
Shun Sarah Phelps. Boycott. Denounce.
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