Having now seen all three major Murder on the Express movies as well as having read the book, it might be time to discuss the book. I like it better than all three, although of the three movies, the David Suchet version is clearly the best. One thing Suchet insisted on, apparently, in the last few episodes in the wonderful series was to inject a religious underpinning to Poirot’s character. This is clearly evident in the train movie with Suchet as Poirot struggles with the moral dilemma of what constitutes justice with regard to the murder of Rachett. Kenneth Branaugh’s version touches on that as well although no where near as neatly as Suchet, which, although very dark, at least held together.
None of the religious struggle is in the book. Consisting mostly of conversation, Christie manages to deftly reveal the temperament of each character. Lacking, however, is a sense of place. There is very little description of the surroundings, nor (as railroad buffs have complained) much description of the opulent train cars of the Simplon-Orient Express. While I consider myself a member of the latter group, that didn't bother me much.
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