Comedy? 8 December 2020
Hercule Poirot (Tony Randall) sets out to solve a series of murders where the victims’ initials - A.A., B.B., and so on - seem to be the main clue. Can Poirot stop the killer before C.C. is killed?
My problem with The Alphabet Murders has nothing to do with my lifelong love of Agatha Christie’s work or her creation, Hercule Poirot. I don’t mind someone poking fun. The problem I have with The Alphabet Murders is, for a comedy, it’s just not funny. I can only think of one moment where I so much as chuckled to myself - the scene where Hastings and two police officers help Poirot get dressed. I’m convinced that had the writers been more true to Poirot’s nature and put him in uncomfortable situations and played on his eccentricities, it might have worked. Instead, the Poirot presented here is nothing like the Poirot I know. Bowling, horseback riding, hiding in a car trunk - that’s not Poirot. I don’t object to Randall as Poirot (even if his accent was all over the place) and I don’t blame him for my issues with the movie. He was a capable, solid comedic actor. With the right script, I think he was more than capable of pulling it off.
4/10
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