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Good story, Not enough for a whole film

There is, somehow, an interesting story here, as well as some good acting. There are also some good scenes

The thing I enjoyed most about the film is the fact that it doesn't shy away from being a super-sized-cliche;

I gave it 4 for the acting, the scenery (who has filmed more gorgeous country scenes in recent years?) and the story. But this one takes far too long to tell, has characters who serve no purpose and scenes that go nowhere (that conference that Dussolier attends, mortally dull). You'll watch for the chance to see Genevieve Bujold again; after 50 years of stardom then obscurity she's still compelling. Alexandra Stewart has a small part as a painter's wife; Valerie Kaprisky, who doesn't take her clothes off here, plays a strange woman in church. Then there are Frot and Dussolier who fit together like hand in glove; there's great teamwork between them.

How is it possible to make a dull film from an Agatha Christie novel? Try this method: keep the mystery vague and the answers poorly explained, REMOVE any sense of SUSPENSE or URGENCY, and add that insufferable talkiness that plagues many French pictures. Voila! This is probably the most boring, sedate Agatha Christie adaptation I've seen so far. Of course, I was not expecting another "Death On The Nile" or "Evil Under The Sun" (especially when in the place of Hercule Poirot you have two middle-aged amateur sleuths), but I was not expecting to be totally indifferent to the outcome of a story coming from the Queen of murder mysteries either! The only good points of this film are the beautiful, vividly photographed French country locations and the fairly engaging performances of Catherine Frot and André Dussollier. (*)

With a couple of heavy hitters like Catherine Frot and Andre Dussollier you can cast them in anything and get a result. Even that most English of English crime writers Agatha Christie. A few years back Agnes Jaoui and Jean-Pierre Bacri adapted Alan Ayckbourne successfully in Smoking/No Smoking thus arguably setting a precedent of sorts. For all its comedic implications Smoking was rooted in reality whilst here we have a sort of fictional no man's land which is neither really English nor French but meets all the requirements of the genre from the slightly eccentric brace of retired sleuths to the supporting cast of assorted fruitcakes they meet on their travels. The plot, if you can call it that, needn't really detain us since it's merely a hook to hang some superior acting on. There's hardly a dull moment from beginning to end and half the fun is trying to determine which is which. Diverting? Oui. Entertaining? Oui. What are you waiting for.

This is - for all I know - only the second French adaptation of an Agatha Christie crime story in France. The last time was ... in 1932 ( "Le Coffret de Laque, directed by Jean Kemm)! But this new French effort was worth the waiting. Indeed, Lady Agatha's whodunit has been gallicised and updated so deftly that the viewer never suspects all the adaptation work behind the slick storytelling. When I say gallicised understand a stylized France. And when I say updated I mean a rather iconoclastic present.All you can expect from an Agatha Christie novel you will find here : thrills, plot twists, mysterious clues, a surprising final resolution. But, thanks to Pascal Thomas' talent you will be given even more : social comment ( old age, family ties, the 2003 heat wave ), black humor (jokes about death, madness, etc.), brilliant dialog, plus a wonderful cast of either well-known character actors typed against cast (Geneviève Bujold, Valérie Kaprisky, Maurice Risch, Laurent Terzieff), of talented beginners(Pierre Lescure) or little known but excellent actors(André Thorent, Anne Le Ny). To say nothing of the sizzling leading couple of the always perfect Catherine Frot and André Dussollier.However what is most enjoyable is the offbeat tone that imbues the whole film. The atmosphere, although apparently realistic, constantly borders on the fantastic.A farcical type of fantastic, as if "Mon petit Doigt m'a dit" had been made by a Claude Chabrol born in Belgium !