1/10
If you're a poirot fan, you'll hate this
26 September 2023
Warning: Spoilers
Let's first leave to one side the fact that Poirot kicks down a door in the film and plunged his manicured moustache into a bowl of water to bob for an apple! What on earth?

It's a terrible film, terribly written and terribly executed. For example, a man stabs himself after a telephone call from a supposed friend who says she will harm his son. No questions asked. He just stabs himself.

Ariadne Oliver, who hates her fame and curses her detective Sven, is now desperate for fame and even uses her dear friend Poirot to get it.

A jilted ex fiancé happens to carry a perfectly torn photograph of his ex lover in his pocket and refers to her mental health struggles. It's 1947 though.

Poirot's hallucinations are explained away by honey. But a "medium" swivels in a chair screaming for a full 10 mins and no one seems to want to know why.

There are so many contradictions, so much terrible writing ("mmm it's not wildflower honey, what could it be?") I can't believe I managed to stay in the theatre for the full 1hr and 43 minutes. I'm beyond furious that a great writer and a great detective have been reduced to this.
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