Murder on the Orient Express. Kenneth Branagh. 2017. 
Oh, Branagh. Wherefort art thou no good any more.
I mean, we all loved him in the late 80s. Quirky entertaining movies and Henry V! Fun! But then the 90s happened and he never quite recovered. A major problem he had, of course, was that he took US money and had to use a bunch of famous American actors to hilariously disastrous effect, but he also just seemed to lose the fun of it all.
This movie certainly has the fun bit: The moustaches are magnificent. But other than that, it’s … so … standard. I mean, I love me some Standard Christie, and that’s what this is, but…
And, of course, this movie is plagued by big name actors hamming it up, too.
Oh, and then suddenly Poirot is an action here. Well, why not.
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