A Russian grand master dies mysteriously during an international chess match. The case is related to a political intrigue involving the so-called Peace Party and its leaders Madame Olivier and Abe Ryland. Poirot investigates with his old friends Hastings, Japp and Lemon, helped by a reporter and a minor actress, but the quartet must soon fight a dangerous battle with the Big Four, a secret society manipulating for their own personal chess game a great number of international celebrities.Written by
I love the Poirot series as a whole and am devoted to the actors, but, oh, Agatha, the leetle gray cells, this time they were dried up like a lime blossom tisane left out in the sun, eh? Such a waste of stellar actors and gorgeous settings. By the time it crawled to its limp ending, the only interesting thing was trying to figure out the composition of Poirot's mustache. Glued together starlet eyelashes? Melted licorice sticks? Christie was at her best with village settings where plot was grounded in characters that could be believed. When trying grand conspiracy like this or Miss Marple in Bertram's Hotel, there's not enough believability to engage me. I pray the next three are better than this before this otherwise glorious series ends for me.
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