In Acapulco, Hercule Poirot attends a dinner party in which one of the guests clutches his throat and suddenly dies. The causes seem to be natural until another party with most of the same guests produces another corpse.
Although the evidence appears to be overwhelming in the strangulation murder of a blackmailer, Miss Marple's sole 'not guilty' vote hangs the jury 11-1. She becomes convinced that the real murderer is a member of a local theatrical troupe, so she joins them in order to gather information. The clues lead back many years to a single disastrously unsuccessful 1951 performance of a dreadful play written by the group's hammy director, H. Driffold Cosgood. Although at that time, several of the current cast members were only children, more murders follow before Miss Marple ultimately exposes the killer. Written by
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We see two shots which apparently show Inspector Craddock rushing to Halford's Palace Theatre. The car in the first (a Wolseley 6/99) bears the registration YGA 370. In the following shot it appears that the car has changed to a Wolseley 6/90, registration UUV 133. However it is plausible that these are intended to be two different cars, both being sent to investigate the murder, even though no other officers than Craddock are seen in the subsequent scenes. See more »
[the judge has just declared a retrial because the jury cannot agree on a unanimous verdict - it is Miss Marple whose verdict differs from all the other jurors]
If ever there was an open-and-shut case, this was it. One member of that jury was being deliberately perverse.
[Miss Marple walks up]
Miss Jane Marple:
Many more than one, Inspector, I assure you. Eleven, to be precise.
Police Constable Wells:
That woman has made a mockery of my one and only murder.
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Some lovely bits here, based again on an Agatha Christie novel, not featuring Jane Marple however, but a Hercule Poirot mystery adapted and extremely loosely plotted to enhance the idiosyncratic manner of actress Miss Margaret Rutherford.
Margaret, trying out for a local theatre group in order to expose the real murderer, reciting a Robert Service poem to the disinterest of cast members, director and stagehands has to be seen to be believed. Her clicking knitting needles in the jury box, her one dissenting vote invalidating the whole judicial process, her self righteous oblivion to the glares of the judge, are comedic timing at its best. Her scenes with the company are wonderful and her slow, methodical denouement of the murderer exquisite.
Just curl up with this one. Great old actors from the sixties. A brilliant series. 8 out of 10.
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