The latest screen adaptation of Agatha Christie’s iconic mystery Murder on the Orient Express mixes old-fashioned storytelling with a couple of effects-heavy embellishments more in line with modern blockbusters. It’s an approach befitting of director Kenneth Branagh’s recent career trajectory, which has included a lavish fairytale redo (Cinderella) and a Shakespeare-infused superhero movie (Thor).
Branagh also stars as Hercule Poirot, with an ostentatious moustache more in line with Christie’s description of the Belgian detective, though it always looks like it’s gradually spreading, possibly eating the lower half of Branagh’s face…
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This piece was originally published at Sound On Sight, which is no longer active. The below is an edit from 7 May 2018.
Seemingly late in the game of David Koepp’s Mortdecai, the eponymous character (played by Johnny Depp) asks his wife, “Are you quite finished with your barrage of insults?” It’s an apt question for the film itself, a cataclysmically unfunny, unbelievably tedious disaster of baffling misjudgments and multiple career lows that feels as long as Shoah, and only a little less harrowing. No such luck, though, as the film goes on for another 25 minutes. It then ends on people about to throw up. Also apt. Continue reading Mortdecai (David Koepp, 2015)