- Katie Walsh Tribune News Service
Agatha Christie’s 1934 mystery novel “Murder on the Orient Express” was memorably adapted to film in 1974, with Albert Finney playing the fastidious Belgian detective Hercule Poirot. Now, Sir Kenneth Branagh slips into Poirot’s signature splendid mustache in a star-studded, big-budget remake, which he has also directed.
The way he tears into the performance, with an elegant vigor, it seems as though Branagh has been waiting his whole life to age into the role of Poirot, clearly relishing the blend of quirky meticulousness — one could call it obsessive-compulsiveness — and cheeky humor. He runs away with the picture, both as star and director, with lavish production design and an intoxicating and dazzling display of cinematic style.
The murder mystery set aboard a train from Istanbul to Calais is the kind of old-fashioned romp we don’t often see anymore, executed with a thoroughly modern sense of verve and rhythm. An opening prologue set in Jerusalem concerning a missing religious relic shows us Poirot’s unique methods, as well as lays out the spritely, agile pace and warm humor that pervades Poirot’s presence. Despite his dealings with dastardly doings, Poirot maintains a sense of dignity and cheer. He’s truly funny — this is a man who wears an elaborate sleeping mask on his mustache and giggles incessantly at Dickens — but he does take crime very seriously.
Poirot’s hoping for a vacation, but alas, that’s not to be. When he runs into an old pal in Istanbul (while marveling over an array of breads — this man loves his baked goods), he secures passage aboard a luxury sleeper train, soon to become a crime scene. Through a series of dizzyingly complicated long shots, we’re introduced to all our main characters in the train station as they board, the characteristics and clues flying fast and furiously.
Those who have read the book or know the original film will know the twists and turns of the mystery, but it’s not worth spoiling for those who are new to the story. The pop and fizz of the opening, and the lush production are utterly transporting and will make you crave a croissant, a coupe of champagne and a long trip on a luxury train through a wintry landscape.
But as the mystery deepens, reveals itself and grows darker, it becomes sad, delving into the aftermath of trauma and how it reveals itself. No longer a romp, all of the energy that Branagh starts out with drains like blood out of a corpse, leaving the film ultimately cold to the touch. The beginning is a rollicking ride that will likely leave audiences craving more Christie, and here’s hoping we do see Branagh return as Poirot — his rendition is too fun to be cut short.
“Murder on the Orient Express”
Starring Kenneth Branagh, Johnny Depp and Judi Dench. Directed by Kenneth Branagh.
Rated PG-13 for violence and thematic elements. Check listings for theaters. 1 hour, 54 minutes.
Bottom line: A rollicking ride that will leave audiences craving more