Apparently, the only film adaptation of her works Agatha Christie really liked was the 1974 original. I believe she would be turning in her grave.
Why such a distinguished film director as Brannagh would turn out this bunkum is beyond me. The screenplay is dire, the derivations from the book and the original are just silly. Since when did Poirot wrestle with gunmen and chase suspects along I've covered bridges. It's laudable.
I admire Kenneth Brannagh and he makes excellent pictures, but this is awful
