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When the biggest difference between the new version of Agatha Christie’s Murder on the Orient Express and its 43-year-old predecessor is arguably the size of the respective Hercule Poirot’s moustaches, one has to wonder as to the pressing need for a remake. All the same, director-star Kenneth Branagh has delivered a version of Agatha Christie’s 1934 murder-on-a-train mystery gem that may not be as starry but is snappier than the highly successful 1974 outing. Given the confined nature of the material as well as its period-specific aspects, this is a yarn that does not exactly invite radical reinterpretation. As such, its appeal is confined to the traditional niceties of being a clever tale well told, with colorful characters that are fun to watch being made to squirm by the inimitable Belgian detective. Moderate box-office results would appear to be in store for this Fox release that chugs out on Nov. 10.
Now as then, the roster of luminaries brought aboard for Sidney Lumet’s uncharacteristically lush entertainment looks pretty astounding, beginning with Albert Finney as Poirot and also including Ingrid Bergman, Sean Connery, Vanessa Redgrave, Richard Widmark, Lauren Bacall, Anthony Perkins, Jacqueline Bisset, Michael York and Wendy Hiller. Nonetheless, seen today, the film definitely takes its own sweet time with things, and the fact that Bergman won a best supporting actress Oscar for her work in a relatively drab role is utterly confounding; there’s nothing special about either the part or performance.
RELEASE DATE Nov 10, 2017
So perhaps it’s no coincidence that refashioning that role, by casting Penelope Cruz, is among the relatively small number of alterations screenwriter Michael Green has made in reconceiving this new edition. The other notable change lies in the introduction of a black character, Dr. Arbuthnot, played by Leslie Odom Jr., as a substitute for Connery’s army colonel. Neither reconfiguration makes much difference in the bigger scheme of things.
Indeed, the most immediately noticeable distinction between the two versions is the size and design of the inspector’s moustaches. While Finney’s growth was a modest wee thing, Branagh’s brush provokes one-of-a-kind fascination. The salt-and-pepper tendril sweeps back from above his thin upper lip at least halfway to his ears, while a dabble on the middle of his chin adds an exclamation point. The creation is immaculately tended to, particularly at night, when it’s carefully protected by a special moustache mask, certainly the most important item in the impeccably attired investigator’s suitcase.
Christie’s yarn retains its ability to tease and amuse in a time-killing sort of way. As the remainder of the tale will essentially be confined to narrow railway cars, Branagh packs all the hustle and bustle he can into the first 20 minutes, which sweep through scenic parts of old Istanbul on its way to getting the characters aboard the Simplon-Orient Express back to Europe in the evening.
Naturally, the passengers on this last word in luxury trains are affluent and dressed accordingly (Alexandra Byrne designed the playful, spiffy wardrobe), but that doesn’t make them classy; rather, they are a largely louche and suspicious bunch, deliberately endowed by their creator to harbor ulterior motives and possibly sinister designs. They are also outfitted with labels as well as names: Cruz is “The Missionary”; Willem Dafoe plays “The Professor,” who voices pro-Nazi sympathies; Michelle Pfeiffer (in Bacall’s former role) essays “The Widow”; Daisy Ridley (taking the baton from Redgrave) becomes “The Governess”; Judi Dench (stepping in for Hiller) is in her element as the imperious Princess Dragomiroff; and Olivia Colman is “The Maid” for the latter (Rachel Roberts in the original).
But dominating the early-going is “The Gangster,” a swaggering tough guy with an accent to match played by Johnny Depp (Widmark embodied a more low-keyed version in the original); Josh Gad plays his assistant (following in Perkins’ footsteps). The Gangster’s motives, and his interactions with Poirot, become more complex than initially seems apparent, but what the fellow passengers all seem to share is some sort of acquaintance with a prominent American family whose child was kidnapped and ultimately found dead, a plot point lifted by Christie from the ghastly abduction of Charles and Anne Lindbergh’s baby in 1932.
Christie’s plot officially becomes a murder mystery when one of the main characters is killed in his compartment overnight; most of the remainder consists of a now aroused Poirot interviewing the key figures on board the snow-drift-stalled train and applying his extraordinary deductive skills to figure out who among the passengers did the deed.
In his direction but even moreso in his performance as the determined genius investigator, Branagh is energetic to the point of passionate fanaticism. For a good long while, the blunt-spoken, sometimes rude Belgian is flummoxed by a case that’s unique in his experience, his frustration driving him to distraction. But his penetrating intelligence can never be denied for long, and Branagh the director has come up with a novel, if far-fetched, way of transferring his climactic revelation scene — where he spins his conclusions to the whole group — out of the train to a more scenic location.
Like Dunkirk earlier in the year, this Murder on the Orient Express was shot on 65mm film. While this format is a connoisseur’s delight and always adds extra pleasure in the form of greater visual detail and sumptuousness, it remains mysterious why this story, confined as it is to cramped interior settings most of the way, called out for the rarely used higher-resolution film gauge. On it own merits, Haris Zambarloukos‘ cinematography is fine and functional, but the nature of the project rather severely restricts the visual opportunities.
Branagh’s Poirot is fearless, penetrating and amusing in his relentlessness; in the end, it’s pretty much a toss-up between Branagh and Finney as to who is more effective, although you could say Branagh’s moustache alone gives him the edge by more than a hair.
Production companies: Kingberg Genre, Mark Gordon Company, Scott Free
Cast: Kenneth Branagh, Penelope Cruz, Willem Dafoe, Judi Dench, Johnny Depp, Josh Gad, Derek Jacobi, Leslie Odom Jr., Michelle Pfeiffer, Daisy Ridley, Marwan Kenzari, Olivia Colman, Lucy Boynton, Manuel Garcia Rulfo, Sergei Polunin, Tom Bateman
Director: Kenneth Branagh
Screenwriter: Michael Green, based on the novel by Agatha Christie
Producers: Ridley Scott, Mark Gordon, Simon Kinberg, Kenneth Branagh, Judy Hofflund, Michael Schaefer
Executive producers: Adita Sood, Matthew Jenkins, James Prichard, Hilary Strong
Director of photography: Haris Zambarloukos
Production designer: Jim Clay
Costume designer: Alexandra Byrne
Editor: Mick Audsley
Music: Patrick Doyle
Visual effects supervisor: George Murphy
Casting: Lucy Bevan, Tom Bateman
Rated PG-13, 114 minutes
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