Murder on the Orient Express

“The murderer is taunting me. Ok. His first mistake!" How I would like to not know how it is going to turn out, I thought from start to finish, because if Murder on the Orient Express offered me that detective mystery, it would be even better. But of course, this is not the fault of the film, which is perfect in almost every aspect. Understandably, Poirot (in Branagh's superbly moderate and sensitive performance, with a mustache like from Hogwarts) is the focal point of the plot, but the other characters are certainly not forgotten, the design is digital, but beautiful, and when emotions are supposed to happen, they happen, and it doesn't matter if you know the book or not. Perhaps only Poirot's recollection of Katherine (from The Mystery of the Blue Train) seemed excessive to me and I didn't like the final stumbling block too much, which suggests that the sequel will take place “on the damn Nile". (11/13/2017)

That didn't sit right with me at all. I went into the film without any knowledge of the source material, but even the decent acting and fabulous visuals didn't pull me out of the ultimate boredom, where I fell asleep for twenty minutes for perhaps the first time ever in the cinema. I found Hercule Poirot to be a very uninteresting detective and Kenneth Branagh with his horrible accent didn't add much to it. I didn't find his detective work interesting at all, so the only good thing is the final reveal, which I didn't expect and certainly surprised me. The film is neither suspenseful nor dark at all, the dialogues are not very interesting and there is only one murder, this is simply not a film for me. 45% (11/13/2017)

Kenneth Branagh may have taken on a bit too much after all. His take on Poirot tries to be unnecessarily too modern in places, which I don't think works in his action sequences. I didn't even like the execution of the final reveal, but the film had quite a bit of drive and Agatha wrote the story so well that you simply can't go wrong with it. (11/12/2017)

Overwrought and overly lavish crime drama in the hands of a first-class connoisseur, aesthete, pedant and lover of classic literary subjects all in one. That it doesn’t work very well as a whole? That is true and that is what it looks like. Not that Branagh isn't good in front of the camera, on the contrary, he is the best of the lot, but he is also the only watchable thing, unless you count the impressive camera sequences of Istanbul and the mountain heights, but you can put on Discovery Channel for that, and you will spare yourself the disappointment of unfulfilled expectations of a quality and solid detective story. (02/15/2018)

I confess to being a big fan of Agatha Christie and David Suchet's Poirot, so as hard as I tried, I couldn't get past this modern take, where Poirot runs, fights, gets shot at (and hit), steps in dung and then steps in it on purpose again, investigating in a truly un-Poirot-like way. And so on and so forth. This is simply not Hercule Poirot. If they'd just taken inspiration from the prequel and called the detective, say, Jarda Vomáčka, it would have been fine and it would probably have been easier to digest this new Poirot, but nope. Besides, even though it had such a beautiful cast, the acting came across so stilted that I didn't really have anyone to focus on and I was bored for most of the film (except for the scenes where Poirot was deviating from his Poirotness, because I was getting angry and the classic fan in me was fighting it). I admit the visuals were beautiful, but that was the end of it. Definitely a full-on disappointment for me. (02/11/2018)