I have no idea why I keep watching these newer Agatha Christie Poirot films. What makes Kennth Branagh think he can play this part is beyond me.

What I really resent is all the backgrounds the Christie characters are given. Poirot had an old girlfriend and some secret sorrow; in another film he grows that ridiculous mustache to hide scars from the war. Miss Marple has an old beau in her past too.

Well, Kenneth Branagh is no David Suchet.

Poirot, in retirement, is dragged by his friend Ariadne Oliver (Tina Fey) to a supposedly haunted palazzo to see if he can figure out whether or not a medium is fake.

Good atmosphere and great palazzo along with the lovely Kelly Reilly and Camille Cottin.

The film moves slowly as people are murdered.

My final quibble. Ariadne Oliver was always a good friend of Poirot's. What is done to you that character and their relationship is an abomination.

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If you're looking for a film that's clearly frightening, who's lid is very loose and needs some tightening, where the characters are dull, and the glass is less than full, join Poirot, in this grand faux, that's not enlivening. Although if Kenneth and his acting troupe engaged, gave the impression they weren't in it for the wage, I'd like to think it wouldn't stink, that my eyelids would not sink, into a stupor more akin to older age. Poor old Agatha must be spinning in her grave, it's not just the film that needs a little save, but I guess if you're a fan, can endure what others pan, you'll enjoy performances - that disengage.