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.
An American movie actress, best known for playing dumb blondes, is Scotland Yard's prime suspect when her husband, Lord Edgware, is murdered. The great detective, Hercule Poirot, digs deeper into the case.
The Belgian detective Hercule Poirot investigates a series of murders in London in which the victims are killed according to their initials. The first victim is A.A. the second B.B. and so on. Poirot is assisted in his investigations by Captain Hastings and Inspector Japp. Written by
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The official screenwriters of this film, David Pursall and Jack Seddon, were greatly annoyed by the extensive rewriting of their script by director Frank Tashlin and actor Robert Morley; Tashlin also encouraged Morley and Tony Randall to ad-lib lines and business. See more »
Japp's opening of Betty Barnard's bathroom door makes the wall and mirror shake, revealing it as a studio set. See more »
Where have you been? What have you been doing?
Arranging a little extra insurance my friend.
Oh really? Personally I always feel perfectly safe with British railways. Mind you its very different in France, isn't it?
I wouldn't know. I am not French, I am Belgian.
Well it's the same thing, you both eat horsemeat.
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Tony Randall emerges from Borehamwood Studios' Stage 4 to introduce the film and acknowledge his own starring credit, first as himself and then in full Poirot make-up and character. See more »
Since the first second of this movie we are informed about what we are going to see is not a Hercule Poirot movie but a Tony Randall movie where he plays Hercule Poirot for laughs. If you can take this, you'll have a fun hour and a half.
Agatha Christie purists can hate this, but this is meant to be neither a straight adaptation of the novel nor even a mystery movie. It's a lighthearted comedy with colourful characters like Hastings as played by Robert Morley, a delight to watch.
For mystery movie buffs or Dame Agatha fans I recommend Murder on the Orient Express, a masterpiece with Albert Finney as the definitive Poirot, or any of the Peter Ustinov movies (the theatrical released ones only, the made-for-TV ones suck). But stop attacking The Alphabet Murders because it's not what you expect from Poirot. Just enjoy.
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