Ten people are invited for a weekend on an island by a Mr U. N. Own, but he isn't on the island. At dinner a record is played, by that all the people are accused of murder, suddenly the first of them is dead, then the next... It seems to be that one of them is the murderer Mr. U. N. Own, but the person in suspect is always the person who is murdered next. At last only two people seem to be left. Written by
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Mr. Owen's identity is foreshadowed twice during the course of the movie. At 32:15, when the men are looking for Mr. Owen, there's a shot of Lombard and Judge Quincannon side by side. Lombard remarks that "Mr. Owen's hand is plain to see", and the judge's hand is the only one visible. In the next scene, it starts raining. Lombard remarks that "all we have to do is keep quiet and we'll hear [Mr. Owen] sneeze." Later, at 49:51, Judge Quincannon sneezes. See more »
The accusations recorded on the phonograph record state that Mr. Lombard killed several natives in East Africa. Later, during the confession scene at the table, Mr. Blore says that Mr. Lombard killed natives in South Africa. See more »
The first line of the nursery rhyme appears onscreen - "Ten Little Indians Went Out To Dine...." - superimposed over a set of small statues of Native Americans - this is immediately followed by the film's title "And Then There Were None". See more »
No Agatha Christie story has ever been made into a better movie than this one. The movie has the altered ending from the book (which I'm told was changed by Christie for the stage version because let's face it. The book's ending would never *ever* work in a dramatized setting, film or stage) and the character of Tony Marston has become a Russian prince to accomodate the casting of Mischa Auer, but apart from that Christie's book has been flawlessly translated right down to the last detail. The look, the settings, the characters, all of it is just right. There are also some wonderfully comedic performances that veer into some delicious black comedy at times (my favorite being Louis Hayward's bemused response to Roland Young's bumbling deductions: "And then he takes the chopper and splits open his own cranium. Fact. I'd like to see you do that yourself.") About the only casting flaw is June Duprez, who is woefully bland and dull as Vera Claythorne, the lead female character.
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