A dreadful mess of a script meanders slowly through an unrecognisable plot awash with poorly acted characters who have clearly been misunderstood in the writing process.
WHY DIDN'T THEY ASK EVANS? The original title and the character of Evans is really the only thing left from the story. Which plods... interminably. Is nothing like the book. And... by rights... should have Agatha Christie fans almost incoherent with rage.
Into this disaster they have grafted Miss Marple (Julia McKenzie). The kindest thing I can say about this is that the graft simply hasn't taken. It is not the fault of Ms McKenzie who seems to have a very good handle on Miss Marple, despite the fact that she has been dropped into a story with very little to do except pop up from time to time and has been given dialogue so thin it is practically transparent.
Bobby and Frankie seem incredibly immature, and Frankie's unsubtle questioning grates on the nerves.
Why didn't they ask Evans? is not my favourite Christie book, but scarcely deserves the appalling treatment it has received here.
WHY DIDN'T THEY ASK EVANS? The original title and the character of Evans is really the only thing left from the story. Which plods... interminably. Is nothing like the book. And... by rights... should have Agatha Christie fans almost incoherent with rage.
Into this disaster they have grafted Miss Marple (Julia McKenzie). The kindest thing I can say about this is that the graft simply hasn't taken. It is not the fault of Ms McKenzie who seems to have a very good handle on Miss Marple, despite the fact that she has been dropped into a story with very little to do except pop up from time to time and has been given dialogue so thin it is practically transparent.
Bobby and Frankie seem incredibly immature, and Frankie's unsubtle questioning grates on the nerves.
Why didn't they ask Evans? is not my favourite Christie book, but scarcely deserves the appalling treatment it has received here.