He's murdering the time! Off with his head!

Because I don't earn money during my holidays I often spend a few days during said holidays doing... nothing. To conserve monies - and because nothing can be a fun thing to do. Watched some Agatha Christie yesterday and read some library books. The Agatha Christie films I've watched lately have been At Bertrams Hotel (read the book just previous to watching it - and the plot was changed incomprehensibly. Oh, and it featured the girl who played Hugh Grant's love interest in Love Actually. I love connecting the dots with these British films!) The Sittaford Mystery (which was a bit boring, to be honest. Featuring Carey Mulligan and the mother from Miranda) but the one that really stuck with me - and not in a good way - was Murder is Easy.


Of course, the reason I watched this one was because a certain lovely-voiced actor was in it... and he was lovely to watch, of course, though about halfway through his character seemed to have been elbowed by the story into a completely useless role. And I don't like Julia McKenzie's Miss Marple as much as Geraldine McEwan's - she doesn't bring the same warmth and personality to the story. But the story itself? Was rather convoluted as a story, with many possible suspects and many many murders. Seriously, the number of murders actually started to be funny at the end when Miss Marple was explaining how each of them had been committed. Was the murderer simply wishing to have the entire village to herself? And the revelation at the end was unnecessarily horrible. I was in shock afterwards at the unwholesomeness of the affair - I felt dirty and uncomfortable for hours afterwards - not an effect that an Agatha Christie should leave with one. And it actually made the murderer so pitiable that there was no satisfaction in seeing her carted off. I still can't believe that anyone would adapt one of Christie's stories into something so gratituously nasty. I won't tell you what it was, simply because you might not like spoilers - and also because it would feel weird, writing something so over-the-top unwholesome here on my family friendly blog-a-log.