Slammed in the middle of the NFL’s usual battery of truck commercials and false fluff where companies claim how wonderful they are by lying directly to the audience was a few ads for the new Death on the Nile film. The is a remake of something that has already been done, and was done better. It’s a follow up to another Murder on the Orient Express which was done back in 2017. The Imposter is show business royalty darling Kenneth Branagh who has his tentacles in so many aspects of Hollywood you can’t keep track of it. But is basically known for making a bunch of forgettable Shakespeare films, shitty (but lucrative) remakes and superhero trash in Thor and Cinderella, and the greatest masterpiece ever made in Jack Ryan: Shadow Recruit.
The Imposter has a habit of casting himself in the leading roles while he’s the director. Which is something that you shouldn’t ever do unless your name is legendary, of which for all his connections, The Imposter is most certainly not. What’s even more glaring with the two Poirot remakes is The Imposter is shoving himself into an actor / director role where the character has already been played to absolute perfection by David Suchet. It’s like some hack showing up and deciding he’s going to play Indiana Jones far, far better than Harrison Ford. It’s patently absurd, but like a bunch (all) of people in show business he’s a narcissist for sure, so it’s okay to fail, as long as he can see his own film and smile about how awesome he thinks he looks. I think I saw in the Nile trailer that The Imposter has Poirot holding a gun. Which is like Indy holding a fluffy teddy bear. Such things should not be done.
There is only one Poirot, that’s it. And shame on Agatha Christie’s family for taking the check that was slid across the table to let Hollywood trash the 25 years of work David Suchet & Co did with Agatha Christie’s Poirot.
In my mind, this would play out perfectly in 1938. Miss Lemon would go through the financial records and discover the location of The Imposter based on his bribery paperwork. Hastings would jump into his roadster to get there as quickly as possible, without knowing even where he was going, and would collide with a bus full of nuns and children on their way to a Great War veteran’s event. Poirot would solve the case by getting in the face of Hollywood executives (around a crowded circular room with many people listening to him) and the film would be cancelled. And then Japp would drag The Imposter from his gilded hotel room at 3:34am in shackles to the Scotland Yard basement room known as “The Kiln”. Where then Japp would grab the phone book and ask questions for seven hours such as “Well then, let’s see how many Fitzhugh’s live in Charing Cross?” Followed by the screams.