O Último dos Dez

This is a pretty good one,in my opinion certainly as good as the other 3,maybe even better.Filmed in both Spain and Iran,this version takes place in the vast expanse of the desert.Perhaps because it's so 1970's,I kind of favor it.The music in this in my opinion is expertly ominous,fitting in perfectly with the various scenes which keep the viewer guessing and in a state of intrigue.People seem to judge this one negatively alongside the standards they reserved for the 1966 version,but in my opinion this '74 one more than holds its own.All I can say is that Richard Attenborough is WONDERFUL!!! Oliver Reed and Elke Sommer give stellar performances,but Attenborough takes the prize and cake in this.

I don't really understand why nobody likes this movie... I personally think it's awesome! I mean sure there is some bad acting, but I have not seen a version of TEN LITTLE INDIANS or AND THEN THERE WERE NONE that didn't have some bad acting. this movie is kinda like a well made B movie and a wonderful Version of Agatha Christie's book. I recommend this film to anyone who can find it (It took me years to find it and cost me fifty dollars.)

The Locale,Direction and Updating of the classic Agatha Christie tale have one by one destroyed this adaptation of the novel.

The first version of the book,1945's And Then There Were None was a classic,the 1966 adaptation was of passing interest...even the 1989 version had it moments but this 1975 version is a botched job. Not only is the cast turning in "take the money and run" performances,they are in the wrong roles,this makes the killer obvious from the beginnig of the investigation. And one side note...the 1945 film retained the character of religous fanatic Emily Brent portrayed perfectly by Judith Anderson,each subsequent version has cut this wonderful role,replacing her with a rather uninteresting movie star (played dreadfully in this version by Stéphane Audran).

My advice: avoid this film. Read the book,then watch the 1945 version.

This pretty mediocre remake has a very strange feel to it. The main reason for this is the setting. Filming was done in a very plush Iranian hotel and the film was set in the present day rather than the 1930's. The result is a rather kitsch 1970's thriller and it would be interesting to see what Agatha Christie thought of it. The story needs very few actors to perform in the film which explains the reason why the producers were able to afford such an impressive cast list on an obviously tight budget. Interestingly, Charles Aznavour makes an appearance and unnecessarily plugs his (then) new single during the after-dinner scene. Thankfully, we are spared from any more of his singing because he dies shortly afterwards. On a passing note, one of the most amusing death scenes in cinema history is provided by Richard Attenborough who plays the judge.

This is the fourth remake of "Ten Little Indians" (There is a live television version of the story that aired in 1959.)I actually found this version of the story quite good.(even buying it against the advice of the previous reviews to avoid it like the plague!) The performances of the main actors in the cast could be stronger, but they were good enough that the unmasking of the murderer is a surprise(Although I knew which character it was from the start, having previously seen the 1989 version with Donald Pleasence and Herbert Lom-who is also in the 1989 version as a different character!) The setting has moved from an island mansion to an Iranian hotel. (Which isn't a bad idea at all) and the time frame has been moved to the 1970s. Oliver Reed leads the cast as the suspicious Lombard, Elke Sommer is his love interest, And Richard Attenbourough is inspired casting as the hanging Judge.Attenbourough,however, is not the only great casting idea. Herbert Lom is also a great choice as the formerly alcoholic Doctor Armstrong. The movie also features previous James Bond villains Gert Frobe as Blore, and Adolfo Celi as the General. The basic plot (for those who aren't familiar with it) Is this: Ten people, who are strangers to each other, are invited to a "Party" for different reasons. They are later accused (from a tape voiced by Orson Welles) of crimes that they have committed that they have (according to their "Host")gotten away with. After a few of them are picked off, according to the nursery rhyme "Ten Little Indians" the remaining survivors realize that the killer is one of them. Faced with that fact, the remaining number must try to figure out which of them is the guilty one, before the killer can say......."And then There Were None"

Definitely worth a look.

8/10 or *** out of ****