I read Agatha Christie’s Murder on the Orient Express many, many, many years ago, back when I was still in school. It was a classic then just as it is today, and I must admit watching this movie has rekindled my interest in reading her books, even more so now that I find my to-read list steadily dwindling. I don’t know if I’ll actually get around to it though. Maybe if I find a special beautiful edition I just have to take home.
It was awesome to finally see this movie, even if on a small airplane screen. I’d heard much about it especially its mixed reviews – some said it was slow and boring, while others, the book readers, found it enthralling. I am definitely part of the latter group. The movie was beautifully filmed and unfolded perfectly. Christie isn’t exactly an action murder-mystery type of author after all, and the pacing of the movie was just right to let the story develop and reveal itself in the way that it absolutely should.
I am glad that there was a lot to the story I couldn’t remember. But as it unfolded I began to remember who the killers were. The why escaped my memory though, so when the motif was revealed I was able to experience Poirot’s conflict. But perhaps even if I had remembered everything I would still be able to enjoy the thrill of the reveal just as much because the actor delivered such a brilliant Poirot, as with all the other actors in their roles.
I don’t remember if Poirot has OCD tendencies in his stories, but it certainly lent the movie a good dose of humour.
I thoroughly enjoyed this and I kind of want to watch it again already. And that doesn’t happen very often.