Almost fifty years on, I didn’t remember either the plot or who the murderer was. For that reason, I quite enjoyed the latest BBC version of Ordeal by Innocence. I feel as long as you don’t expect much, these period Agatha Christie rewrites are fun enough. Just not very ‘real.’
It used to be that screen scripts weren’t very true to the book, but since when do you have to change who the killer is? If you have so much better an idea, why not write your own?
I did wonder whether Bill Nighy was going to be the usual nice guy or if they were going outside their comfort zone and have him bludgeon his wife to death. And son Jack seemed quite unpleasant to begin with.
Considering what the theme for some of the reasons behind this dysfunctional family’s problems were [supposed to be], I’m not surprised they felt the need to reshoot all the scenes where the original actor might have an unpalatable sexual past. Or not.
But I felt the changeover worked well. Yes, you could see how cold it was in January, when it should have been summer, but that was all. The car radio scenes were more inaccurate, but I suppose people are too young to know.
So, yes, I enjoyed it. Even Matthew Goode being a bit bad. He’s a disturbingly good kind of bad.
But the satisfying television ending rings a bit hollow, when you consider how it was meant to be.
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Tagged Agatha Christie, Alice Eve, Anna Chancellor, Anthony Boyle, Bill Nighy, Christian Cooke, Crystal Clarke, Eleanor Tomlinson, Ella Purnell, Luke Treadaway, Matthew Goode, Morven Christie
I was glad to see they still offered screenings of The Imitation Game this week. I’d stopped being too busy and I’d also decided to temporarily pause my Keira Knightley boycott and actually go and see this film about Alan Turing. I was a afraid it’d be as upsetting as the television programme a while back, but it was more uplifting than depressing, despite poor Turing’s fate.
There were things about Bletchley and Enigma I hadn’t actually known before, and it was good to see the story in a different light from the last ones. Benedict Cumberbatch was spot on as Alan Turing. Most of the time. They’d done a fine job of getting the aspie aspects of his personality right, except for when they hadn’t.
You don’t have someone as literal as that, and then make them reply to a heavy bit of sarcasm as though they are neurotypical. I also suspect that Benedict is a capable dancer, and I wouldn’t expect Turing to have been. He was reluctant for a reason. And all that hugging!
Nice to have both Allen Leech and Matthew Goode in there, but making them mathematical geniuses is stretching credibility somewhat. Even KK made for a likelier mathematician.
Alex Lawther was fabulous as the young Turing; giving us a perfect background to understand where he was coming from.
Very touching, and the kind of film I would see again.
(Just don’t get me started on the train rolling stock…)
The 28th of February was the closest I could get to Leap Day this year, so it had to do for seeing Leap Year, although I have no plans to propose to anyone, leap or no leap.
Leap Year, the film, was nowhere near as bad as the Guardian film critic made out. He felt like committing suicide afterwards, which is an immature kind of reaction. It’s not a great film, but makes for good, lighthearted entertainment.
It’s romantic and fairly funny (and also an advertisement for holidays in Ireland). It’s got Matthew Goode. I’ll share a hotel room with him any time. He seems to specialise in sharing rooms with leading ladies soon after meeting them, and it’s all very chaste.
Wringing the chicken’s neck was probably more shocking, but you could see it coming. You could see every single thing coming, although that’s fairly comforting at times. Matthew’s Irish accent was atrocious, but who cares? He’s almost always lovely. To film critics everywhere: ‘That’s what women want!’
Don’t know where the scriptwriter got the idea that women proposing on 29th February is such a novel and unheard of thing, but there you are. In fact, I don’t know why the lovely Declan would want the hopeless eejit woman from Boston at all.
And wouldn’t you say that the leaves on the trees in the photo above are pretty spectacular for February in Ireland? Global warming, or something. Or are the leaves green because everything in Ireland is green?
‘I’m English. I like being wet and cold.’ So says Colin Firth to his young student played by Nicholas Hoult in A Single Man. It’s a film that people will flock to watch, starring three handsome male actors covering a wide age range. Now, I don’t mean that our Mr Darcy has grown old, but next to Matthew Goode he is. Somewhat. And Nicholas Hoult is barely old enough to be a college student.
It’s only thanks to the ladies hairdos that you can tell whether it’s a flashback or not; late 1940s or early 1960s. A Single Man feels quite Christopher Isherwood-ish, which was to be expected. Not much happens. Matthew Goode dies in the opening scene, but the only aspect that made this a really sad occasion is that with homosexuality having to be hidden in those days, Colin Firth’s character can’t go to the funeral or even be seen to grieve very openly.
Other than that, I wasn’t convinced that there was much feeling there at all. He wants to kill himself, and spends the day preparing his suicide, but then things don’t go as he, or we, expect.
Beautifully filmed in wonderful locations, and with some great, if possibly overdone, 1960s authentic props. Very nice touch to have the mild mannered Colin Firth offering to kill the neighbour’s brat.
The James Dean look-alike was a fresh breeze in a fairly stifling drama about hurt feelings among people it was hard to like. And perhaps nobody realised that it’s his British accent that makes Matthew Goode so sexy. Fake American works nowhere near as well.
At Cornerhouse from today.