FLAWED BUT FABULOUS
After having planned to see Murder on the Orient Express with my lovely Helen, I heard a very conflicted review on 702 radio. So despite the warning, we followed through as we both were really impressed with the line-up of actors and I do recall loving this Agatha Christie although I had totally forgotten who the dastardly murderer was.
After a rather cheap and delicious Vietnamese lunch in Kensington Street, we headed off to the new CentralPark cinema. Not bad with a lovely seating area with a bar and cafe looking out over the back where you can watch more and more apartments being built. The last one in the series is called Wonderland. I cannot imagine any sane adult wanting to live in a building called Wonderland unless of course they’re on LSD or are called Alice. What started several years ago as a lovely innovative space in Chippendale is now almost a walled community mainly for international students.
On entering the theatre, we said hello to the sole occupant. He laughed and said he thought he’d be all alone. Perhaps he was waiting for Greta G. After the film started another audience member came in and he ate a curry pie as he watched. A bit too strong a smell for the movies but not as bad as the woman who sat next to Eves and I today at a lunchroom in the CBD applying her enamel nail polish. It almost made us puke!! Two others ladies that lunch asked the waiter to get her to stop.
Back to Murder on the O E … well Kenneth Branagh was amazing, a great performance (as usual) but his moustache was just disgusting…. and I say that sincerely. Thick… ugh… I imagined lice and bacteria living there …… an eco-system of sorts- a real lip-slug. I have been known to pour salt on the slugs that crawl under my back door and have since been wondering what would happen to Ken’s moustache, (may I call you Ken) if he ate a bag of chips. But I digress once again.
I found the whole movie to be very theatrical and over-styled. I thought most of the scenery had been filmed inside a movie-lot but was truly surprised to see that it had been filmed in quite a number of countries. Well the cinematographer must have gone to the “make all scenes look like a postcard” school of movie making.
I have never gone to a movie and felt so bored that I have started to nod off. Well that time had to come, and it came, alas, during this movie.
It was great to see the fabulous cast; Johnny Depp, Michelle Pfeiffer, Willem Dafoe, Penelope Cruz etc and the poster for the film was really beguiling. Had lots of fun in the lead-up to Murder challenging friends to see who could name the most stars.
To increase the tension/look of the film, Hercules Poirot interviewed the suspects in all sorts of locations- many of which were frankly laughable- under the bridge where the train had overturned, next to a wide-open doorway of an empty carriage teetering on a mountainside. OH &S issues everywhere you looked!
But then came the last third of the film and I was moved to tears, not just by one scene but by the whole last section. All the drawbacks of the first section became inconsequential compared to the truly moving finale. And may I add another plus point; the music by Patrick Doyle, was fabulous…..original and very subtle. There is a haunting song that closes the film; look for the singer and the songwriters. You will be astonished!!