If Ms. Christie were alive, she'd probably try murdering Branagh on the Underground for turning her work into glib, politically correct rubbish. Kenny believes he's the modern day Olivier. Even worse, he's convinced he's Hitchcock, to boot. I fear as he ages deeper into irrelevancy, he will swear that he can run circles around Shakespeare. Anyhoo, learned through DOTN that twerking began in the 1930s. Fascinating! It was a missed opportunity not to have made this with an all-black disabled cast. Think of the possibilities...
Review of Death on the Nile
