Sunday, July 11, 2010


When  I was a little older than Boo, five or six years older,  I remember going to a movie with my grandma.  We went to see Murder On The Orient Express, and it was a wonderful experience: the actors were the roles they played, the music was evocative of a time gone by, and a train abroad;  and the mystery held my attention until I saw the movie to its conclusion.

Tonight,  I watched the third adaptation of the story that I've seen: David Suchet is, of course, unbeatable as Poirot, and the script and dialogue were tight and well controlled.    But I loved the believability of the characters, in a way that I missed with the first two movies.  What a nice surprise with a new version.

Yours, expressly,

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