And Then There Were None

The one likely upside of amnesia is that you can read all of Agatha Christie's novels again wondering "whodunit". Alas, today's viewers will already know the rough story line - but this mini-series (which equals a long movie) manages to keep you interested.

Fortunately, the BBC has gone to lengths to match ITV's recently concluded "Poirot" with David Suchet. The cast is sheer class without a hint of overacting, and the setting delivers just the right inescapable atmosphere. My only criticism would be the the infamous 'organge and teal' blockbuster color grading, in this case with slight 'vintage' flavor. A good show can contain more realistic colors and still shine!

Put it on your "must watch" list and dial the rating to 11.

This is certainly the best 'film of the book' there has ever been - so far. The title sequence alone deserves an Oscar, with those beautiful jade figurines disintegrating and morphing into a model of the island where it all happens.

The house, the cast, the pathetically fallacious cloud formations, sunsets and dramatic weather, the costumes, hair and makeup taking each character from groomed control to dishevelled à la Marat/Sade - everything contributes to this brilliant psychological drama of Agatha Christie at her finest.

The only thing missing was Agatha Christie's brilliance.

There is a lack of understanding in this film of the original plot, which is not only fatal to the interpretation but is actually quite horrible. It is, in the final analysis, typical BBC. Every time the BBC dramatises a classic (Austen, Dickens, Conan Doyle...) it should have, just under the title, the words 'Loosely based on an idea by' - as a kind of caveat.

Agatha Christie's book (originally titled, in the UK, as 'Ten Little Niggers', in accordance with the terminology of the time - this was after all 1939...) has a completeness and subtlety of plot which the BBC can for some reason never achieve. Every tiny detail, as in a fine tapestry, fits in with and contributes to the whole. Everything is in its place - and the reader overlooks it at their peril.

So why did the BBC (in the persons of the screenwriter, director, et al.) omit things like the red oilskin curtain, the hiding of the grey skein of wool (inexpertly wound into an unusable ball by Miranda Richardson), the pooling and securing of possible murder implements, the bee, the seaweed, and so on? Why were the original murders made physical to an obviously culpable extent when the whole point of the plot is that they were not so, because they were too 'hands off'?

It is, after all, in this last respect why every reader kicks themself as they turn the last page of Agatha Christie's most perfect work - because she provided not only all the clues but actually also the only possible solution, elegantly displayed along the way, for the Hastings-blind reader who missed it all.

And then there's the larding of the BBC's currently in-favour - but inappropriate to the time and to Agatha Christie's oeuvre and taste - swear words. Plus the physical manifestation of the particularly favoured word between Vera Claythorne and Philip Lombard. What the fuck is all that about?. (See - doesn't add anything, does it ?) Have the BBC never heard of dramatic tension (oh, wait...)? If they'd kept faithful to the original in every respect, they wouldn't have needed to add anything as silly as a one-night stand and a few tacky close-ups of thighs, stocking tops, torsos, and cleavage.

Good, verging on excellent - but in the event not good enough. Worth a watch, but not a buy.

We'll just have to wait another twenty-nine or forty-one years for the next one to come along...

I almost decided not to watch this cause of the few negative reviews that I read (my own mistake for focusing more on the negative reviews rather than positive ones which are the majority here). I'm glad I decided to give it a shot because I watched all three episodes in one sitting.

I have to admit that I never read the book nor have I saw the original movie from the 1945 so I can't compare to the source material. With that out of the way, I love love loved what I saw here. The only negative I can say is the split near the end where I went "Oh of course they decided to split now", but other than that, everything was just as it should be in my opinion.

The actors did a great job, the cast was amazing. The camera work is fantastic. Many shots are literally wallpaper worthy. So yeah, don't sleep on this like I did. I only discovered this mini series by accident which is a shame. None of my friends knew about this either.

Others have remarked on the way in which Sarah Phelps's screenplay transforms Agatha Christie's best-selling novel - which has endured a long life as a play, as well as being repeatedly remade for the screen - into a three-hour epic full of thunder and lightning, both meteorological as well as psychological.

In its latest incarnation, the novel works brilliantly as a Gothic thriller that takes the lid off the civilized veneer of a group of Brits (and one Irishmen) and exposes the guilty passions lurking underneath. General John MacArthur (Sam Neill), an ostensible pillar of the community, cannot forget the time during World War One when he shot one of his officers in cold blood for making love to his wife. Emily Brent (Miranda Richardson), a spinster trying to lead a morally pure existence with plenty of prayer at night, willfully contributed to one of her "companions" throwing herself under a train by refusing her assistance during times of need. Dr. Armstrong (Toby Stephens) has been traumatized by the experience of tending to the wounded during World War One, to such an extent that he was guilty of professional negligence after the conflict had ended.

All ten protagonists have similar secrets to conceal; as the drama progresses, directors Basi Akpabio, Rebecca Keane and Craig Viveiros expose every one of them, just like peeling the skin off a pudding. What we discover is that they are all psychologically disturbed in some way; the visual effects such as the thunderstorm, the flashing lights, the rolling waves surrounding the island (on which they are all marooned), and the biting wind, are physical manifestations of their inner turmoil.

Viewed from this perspective, what might seem visually or verbally excessive - for example, Stephens's capacity to overact during times of extreme stress - is entirely justified. This version of AND THEN THERE WERE NONE explores the dark recesses of the human psyche to expose the protagonists' bestial natures. The 1939 setting is significant; in the year the Second World War broke out, everyone begins by behaving complacently, as if believing that their class- conscious attitudes would never alter. By the end, we understand just how precarious British society at that time actually was; few people had ever managed to come to terms with the horrors of the previous war, and the forthcoming conflict would only exacerbate their pain.

Sometimes Phelps's script seems somewhat anachronistic, with attitudes redolent of the contemporary world rather than pre-Second World War society. Yet the decision to adopt this strategy is justified as a means of helping us understand our past, as well as realizing just how difficult, if not impossible, it can be to conceal our sins. A memorable adaptation.

As much as I have enjoyed watching Miss Marple and Poirot on TV over the past few years I must admit I have never read an Agatha Christie novel, and although I was familiar with the basic outline of And Then There Were None, 10 people on an island being murdered one by one, I didn't expect it to be so good.

The setting on an isolated island was intriguing, the tie in with the 10 Little Indians poem was clever and the disappearing figures with each death was a wonderful twist.

With each character having a troubled past it was impossible to single out an individual as the murderer but isn't that what a good thriller is all about, making you think, making you work ,to get the thoughts going, watching it with others made it fun as we all had different ideas of who the killer was. There were in hindsight clues that were never picked up on and red herrings that although lead you so far, didn't quite lead you to the guilty one and when the murderer is finally revealed it was well thought out and clever rather than just stupid.

You do have to give Agatha Christie credit even without her much loved 'old dear' and moustached, funny little Belgium man she could write a great who done it, and without the characteristic or familiar settings of these two detectives she was able to go further with the story line, delve deeper into the dark side of human nature.

It has certainly left me wanting more, and has left me intrigued as to other Agatha Christie novels that don't feature her more famous characters. Here's hoping they adapt more of her novels on TV or indeed maybe I should just pick up a book! lol