Entertaining, as usual, and not hard to follow. It may be my imagination but the photography seems exquisite -- crisp, clear, scintillating even in the night-time scenes. The acting is what one expects. There is Poirot, Japp, Hastings, the ever-lovable Miss Lemon, and a Prime Minister who has been kidnapped by the Irish Republican Army.
It's unusual because Agatha Christie never had any real interest in politics. And, when you get right down to it, nothing much is made of it here. The kidnappers are variously called "thugs" and other names but are shown as devoted to their cause of Home Rule. On the other hand, come to think of it, Nazis were always called names although they too were devoted to their cause. What a ridiculous Donneybrook and it's not over yet.
You have to admire the attention to detail in this series. Not just period details like the length and style of dresses, but the tiny elements that contribute to the plot. Poirot has something like 72 hours to recover the missing Prime Minister. Everyone but Poirot rushes around. On the first day, a desk clock indicates that it's the twelfth of the month. No attention is drawn to it. It's just part of a collection of the usual junk that clutters a working surface. But the next day, in Japp's office, someone was thoughtful enough to place a calendar showing the day as the 13th of the month.
It's unusual because Agatha Christie never had any real interest in politics. And, when you get right down to it, nothing much is made of it here. The kidnappers are variously called "thugs" and other names but are shown as devoted to their cause of Home Rule. On the other hand, come to think of it, Nazis were always called names although they too were devoted to their cause. What a ridiculous Donneybrook and it's not over yet.
You have to admire the attention to detail in this series. Not just period details like the length and style of dresses, but the tiny elements that contribute to the plot. Poirot has something like 72 hours to recover the missing Prime Minister. Everyone but Poirot rushes around. On the first day, a desk clock indicates that it's the twelfth of the month. No attention is drawn to it. It's just part of a collection of the usual junk that clutters a working surface. But the next day, in Japp's office, someone was thoughtful enough to place a calendar showing the day as the 13th of the month.