I haven’t read Murder on the Orient Express yet, but it’s next. But the endings of Murder of Roger Ackroyd and Peril at End House blew my mind. Never saw them coming!

This is true (on the rare occasions I’ve grown a beard, it would, unlike my normal hair colour, come in reddish — or would in my youth, anyhow. Now it’s just white. Sick transit, glorious Monday, and all like that there). I was just being hasty and/or snarky in describing Branagh’s colour there as blue or blue-grey.

I know, right? She slays in it. As does Diana Rigg.

It’s almost illegal how much of a delight Maggie Smith is in that movie.

I don’t know about the books, but in the television episode, “The Adventure of the Italian Nobleman,” Miss Lemon suspects that Poirot colors his hair or mustache or both.

It’s the iconic setting. At least, that’s always been my assumption, because I think if the story had been set in one of the standard Poirot manner houses or bustling London streets, nobody’d pay it much attention.

Besides the whole “Branagh is not Poirot” debacle that is unfolding before our eyes, what is up with people’s obsession with this book? I love Poirot, and I love Agatha Christie, but Murder on the Orient Express makes no damn sense. I won’t spoil the ending but it is the least plausible, most ridiculous end to a…

I think David Suchet is absolutely a perfect match for how Agatha Christie described Poirot physically.

The correction is a joke. A play on Poirot having to correct someone that he is from Belgium and not France, usually someone expressing a prejudice against the French.

This is the only correct opinion, tbh.

To me Suchet is the definitive Poirot. But, the Finney adaptation of Murder on the Orient Express is superior to the Suchet one.

Well since that’s a bad Belgian accent, you’ll be fine!

WHY DO THEY KEEP ON HIRING HIM. I was like, oh! Crime cheese! And then saw his stupid mug. Boooo Depp, boooooooooo.

Agreed. Now and forever:

This should be right in my wheelhouse, but I don’t think I will be able to get past A. That Mustache, B. the presence of Johnny Depp, or C. the soundtrack, if it’s anything like what was in the trailer. I mean, just one of these things might be overlookable (I have my doubts I will ever be able to look past that…

Not a fan of the super fake sounding French accent.

#NotMyPoirot

Also, his hair. It’s too messy! Poirot was notably fastidious about his appearance; in The Mysterious Affair at Styles, Captain Hastings notes that for Poirot, a speck of dust would cause more pain than a bullet wound.

Why the fuck does Poirot have Franz Joseph moustache?! This is deeply offensive abomination!