Those accustomed to the first few series of 'Agatha Christie's Poirot' or even the feature-length recent installments are in for something a bit different here. To begin with, the reliance on hand-held camera technique and lots of cuts is a little irritating but (seeing as we're inclined to persevere with whodunnits if only to discover whodunnit) you become used to it once the plot unravels and the acting improves after a ball scene at the beginning. Then, the hand-held camera and the cuts are a treat complimenting a storyline that'll keep you guessing right up until the final scene (as is the norm with Christie).
Casting the British Jaime Murray as an American woman doesn't do any favours to the production so it's just as well (spoiler here) she's killed off quite early to set 'The Mystery of the Blue Train' in motion. As usual, David Suchet's portrayal of Poirot justifies his status as 'the best Poirot', not that there have been many contenders. We've been welcoming this little fella and his grey cells into our living rooms for fifteen years now.
I've given it a seven.
Casting the British Jaime Murray as an American woman doesn't do any favours to the production so it's just as well (spoiler here) she's killed off quite early to set 'The Mystery of the Blue Train' in motion. As usual, David Suchet's portrayal of Poirot justifies his status as 'the best Poirot', not that there have been many contenders. We've been welcoming this little fella and his grey cells into our living rooms for fifteen years now.
I've given it a seven.