On the advice of a Wise Mutual Friend, I prepared for seeing Ken Branagh’s current remake of Murder on the Orient Express (starring his moustache) by watching the 1974 Sidney Lumet version of this all-star thespian showcase. (As the trailer puts it, it’s “the who’s who in the whodunit.”)
Murder is seasonal (snow makes the whole story possible). It’s nostalgic (Dame Wendy Hiller! Lauren Bacall looking mighty fine! Jacqueline Bisset, so lovely! Vanessa Redgrave OMGeee!), it’s atmospheric, and it has the best opening titles I’ve ever seen.
Watching my iTunes rental (it’s also available to rent on Amazon), I kept having to rewind and/or put down my knitting so as not to miss a bit of it. I also dozed off halfway through (no reflection on the movie; it was late and I’d been to the gym that day) so I had to watch it all over again. Which I didn’t mind at all.
In short, an excellent romp in this season of sitting and knitting. I’m now fully prepared for the Branagh version, although I may take Wise Mutual Friend’s counsel to wait for that one to hit Netflix. Abject Branagh Devotion knows no bounds, but it has become more reasonable with time.