Murder on the Orient Express (2017 Film) Review

Movie Review – Murder on the Orient Express (2017 Film)

Murder on the Orient Express (2017 Film) infuses Christie’s beloved story with modern glitz and visuals. In the midst of doing so, it loses much of the classic whodunit taste.

Murder on the Orient Express (2017 Film) movie review

Murder on the Orient Express (2017 Film) Synopsis

Renowned Belgian detective Hercules Poirot travels on the Orient Express to head to London for a case. During the journey, he is approached by shady antiques dealer Samuel Ratchett for protection, which Poirot flatly declines out of distaste for the man. The next morning, Ratchett is found brutally murdered in his cabin. As Poirot investigates, he discovers everyone on the Orient Express has something to hide. What exactly is happening on board the glamourous train? And is the deceased who he claims he is?

Snappy Review

Before all else, I must highlight two things.

I used to be a devoted Agatha Christie reader. Like, 30 years ago. Throughout Secondary 1, I read nothing but her whodunits.

During that phase, I also actively avoided the Poirot stories. I just couldn’t stand him. He was so arrogant. So … insufferably fastidious.

Back to the review. Murder on the Orient Express (2017 Film) is undoubtedly stylish. A glitzy, modern take on one of Agatha’s most astonishing stories, full of sweeping panoramas and LoTR-ish breathtaking backdrops. Branagh himself does a splendid job portraying Mr. Little Grey Cells. The range of emotions he displays, he effortlessly injects humanity into what could otherwise come across as a flat, omniscient character.

Yet, that’s about it. Beyond Poirot and the snowy mountains, the movie is thin. There just isn’t that much of the classic whodunit flavour because so much time is spent on Poirot. Suspects are given only obligatory screen time, and that you can’t get a good grasp of them aside, it could be very confusing to those new to the genre. (So many … names) And then there’s the problem that there is very little tension in the movie. Agatha was no horror writer. But she did chill. She’s not a recommended writer to read when you are alone in a hotel with all sorts of strange, strange strangers.

In short, the movie could have been better with a little less focus on Poirot and more on the rest. Including the violence, the blood, etc.

The psychoanalytical take on Poirot was refreshing. It actually succeeded in lessening my 30-year-old dislike of the detective. But a Poirot story is never just about him, right?


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